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Otter SpaceMonday, March 17, 2014. Just once I’d like to whimper. Elegantly on your street corner. And have somebody take. Call it a pictorialist nocturn, call it incriminating evidence. I’ve never felt romance. Just once I’d like to throw. Beer bottles at someone’s house,. And watch a bedroom light snap on,. From the ambient ricochet. Call it a cosmic explosion, call it a straight ***** move. I’ve never felt romance. Just once I’d like an oily hand. To shove food up the front of. My teeth so I could feel. Please m...
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