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This loathsome work of fiction is a dream of sorts...

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Hose

It's your rubber hole,
For my rubber hose,
The day takes me there,
Away from everywhere,
And when I get inside,
You don't feel too wide,
In fact you feel quite tight,
I think you're just right,
That's what I am thinking of,
That's what I'm dreaming of.

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