Annandale Dream Gazette
Poets' Blog of Dreams
Monday, January 31, 2011
I'm packed into a murmuring crowd of people somewhere
, perhaps a bar queue. Someone cops a lingering feel/grope of my ass. It is an arousing experience. I turn to find myself alone in a cavernous room, staring at my reflection in a mirror.
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