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in hotels

this is the part where i unceremoniously withhold your fantasies of goblins and men born in a certain era that you had no part in this is were i leave you where i find you in the stale nose-bleed balcony suites of the cinema hair tussled and hands tied or vice versa i cannot remember days at the beach or spent on the bed with the animals in ticker tape frenzy licking salt from skin but i do recall the slow southern drawl of your panties over knees and heels breaking the marble floors in hotels half way across the world.  
Posted 08/08/15
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