Crowley
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Holding HandsA Poem by CrowleyHolding hands is often the first and last thing we do with someone we love Our true nature coveting the branching of root and leaf, nut and seed .. |
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Carrot and StickA Story by CrowleySludge. |
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Holiday KissesA Story by CrowleySometimes Christmas takes some doing.... |
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P***y FoldsA Story by CrowleySounds Dirty Huh???? |
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Come SundayA Poem by CrowleyA little season themed diddy... |
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Thinking Too MuchA Poem by CrowleyIts true, I worry way too much. |
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What I NeedA Poem by CrowleyToo aggressive? |
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An Only childA Poem by CrowleyIts war after all... |
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The HollowA Poem by CrowleyJust trying. |
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