Maria Barbara Korynt
Warm Pieces - 24 - Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
you wanted to carry her... and what for you was
it up to? now, you in the corselette will still
a bit lie but... you have time at last, more
for yourself. and... you are in the bed...
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