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| my life is full of married men-- or men who might as well be. me the comma the comet as one brief explosion before they tuck in their tails and go back home to momma who's safe and comfortable. who's flesh is more than mere attraction a momentary escape. "A common theme" the wise ones say "Transcend yourself" I nod assent, but all I meet is more married men. |
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