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Dark bits.

well, it's dark bits of prose, isn't it?
5 years ago. Tuesday, May 5, 2020 at 6:58 PM

He had nothing to say, but he wrote anyway. The mind gives over to the hands and this is what you get. Fingers that ache to do something they can't.  Restless hands that have nowhere soft to land.

They bang out meaningless words on a submissive phone. 

Fingers that should be inside someone warm, 

hands that need a throat, an ass...

forced to play here for a time.

 

 

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