slap the beat across his back,
nails strum the strings hard-
tongue contorts, the violation of song-
storm that rises in and out of his chest:
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I always make my woman wear boxing gloves so they dont scratch me
Close encounters of a third kind, but i like it takes me back to the good old days
Warm regard AJS
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I always make my woman wear boxing gloves so they dont scratch me Close encounters of a third kind, but i like it takes me back to the good old days Warm regard AJS