#TS273
When she thought about her thoughts it was always with disdain. They had failed her and revealed her failure. She closed the book. #TS273
In his stupor, he mumbled to apollo and zeus for the hand of aletheia. when his wife nudged him gently he apologized for his reverie. #TS273
She stared at his face as if in a reverie. Why were people afraid of clowns,of jokers and jesters? She secretly loved men and makeup. #TS273
His diary disclosed her docile-in-bed hubby as a sadomasochist in reverie. In cruel humor she buried him handcuffed, and with a whip. #TS273
She didn't step out the threshold.Just leaned dreamily in the doorway,barebreast. Leaving framed in his mind,the naked mocking truth #TS273
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