| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Clamping up, head thrown back in my glory as the beach-comber combs the shoreline in front of us, he massaging the grains, you massaging the glans, feet pressed over my ears as beads of sweat drop into your open mouth, glossing your parted lips, bleaching your overbite, and me heading for a home run as I heave.I forget your everything, everything except everything, because I still love you and lo
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