I saw my paramour for the first time in a month.
We were on each other the moment she opened the door.
There hours gone. She lost track. No Social Distancing.
She pleaded her love to me.
I was thinking of you.
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This reminds me so freaking much of 83 and 84... I remember when a muse tried to trick me. She pretended to hate something she was to see...
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Another year down. Was in New Orleans, Savannah, Chicago, the Great Wilderness, and San Francisco. I had one of the better years of my life.
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