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  • I wrote to a friend,
    a dear, dear friend.

    I told her I had been
    dreaming about her...

    to give up the fantasy...

    to forget about finding my way to her Oz.

    I told her,
    I would
    respectfully repress
    my words
    and emotions.

    She wrote back.

    "sweet on many levels,
    no need to repress
    otherwise, we
    get enough of that
    from the real world
    glad I live there, as well.

    she signed it
    in cozy little
    lower case.


    I grew so
    warm and fuzzy
    and wet...

    A simple note.

    Oh, to be...THAT loved.

    I wish I could touch her.

    I would love to realllly show her
    just how sweet
    makes my real world...
    just how fucking sweet.
    I can't wait for the floodgates
    to open and
    unlock and unleash
    these man-damned,

    Now help me find that oil-can, Tin-Man...
    Rust has this shit locked up tight.

    (no pictures, to protect the not-so-innocent muse...aside from the usual bullshit technical difficulties.)
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