the sexual
don't pretend it's not there for you. such a strange, beautiful, frightening, magical, fundamental part of all of our lives, all of us human beings. xxx
deeply Deborah
finally, finally, the roof closed slowly on Deborah. the room was complete. there was no escape because there was no need to escape. some things you can't escape, while you stay alive. like yourself. the mirrors all around the room showed Deborah's reflection. i guess that's me then. i am Deborah. not a part of me, but me. roll on, Deborah, honey. for i am you. xxxx
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