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fighting with my own mind if I should get nipple piercings...I know it hurts like hell, and the healing takes loong but...nipple piercings

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Instant turn-ons: Frank Castle saying “attagirl” and Frank Castle sitting anywhere with his legs opening absurdly wide.

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Little miss has a problem with authority but likes being extremely submissive during sex

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VENOM

I finally finished this piece. It took almost 50 hours but I'm proud how it turned out.

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i wrote another poem and this one isn’t freestyle

the sound of rain on tin roofs

is achingly similar to rain upon my cloven hooves

i rest them in puddles

the cold giving life to thoughts soaking through my brain

each and every one seems to call me vain

i rest my body on the floor

nothing good about me can ever be said

i won’t listen even if it means i’ll lose my head

i rest that very thing between my knees

the dreaded thunk as i shake it between my joints

the guilty finger always points

straight at me

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I read too fast, like I’m skimming past, so the poem doesn’t last. I only pick up minor scraps, little ideas, or rhymes, but with time they get lost in the back of my mind. Tiny impressions lessen. Their lessons become unconscious imprints that I cannot remember, even when I am trying. I miss so much hurrying, worrying about what I am losing by not moving swiftly while perusing the book I am using for amusement and self-education.

-2024

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