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By hannie1

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Eleanor Crosses: Lincoln

By hannie1 on Wed, 10 Aug 2005

Though we had not yet slept since arriving in Nottingham and leaving Nottingham My master bids me watch his wife, the dry flesh of his wife, while he busies himself with I don't know what. His wife, the lady Eleanor, is in a box, a rich box, her smooth bosom flat and her chest extinguished -
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Bathroom

By hannie1 on Fri, 24 Feb 2006

In front of the mirror And this is what I look like when you kiss me here, stretch my lips across yours, kiss your foggy hard lips, This is how I look when you kiss my neck and I grip the hot rails of your chest,
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