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Musical Chairs

I often wonder what it would be like to take on a lover again. When I was young, making love was so simple, I would just pretend he was someone else and the climax was spectacular. Admittedly the afterglow was decidedly flat.

Upon the Cliff’s Edge

Why the cliff’s edge, because the contemplation of death from an armchair is a cheat.

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