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Correspondance

26th April 2008

a pants play of fiction

im sorry that
i didnt fornicate you like i loved you
my pants locked my ankles in such an awkward way
i felt like a newborn seal
my shoes blocked their removal
its possible that i love you
but only time will tell

—Harlan Barker

(/adds this to the list of why he’s so mmm yes) 

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