Raininjuarez Gallery
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raininjuarez: She’s the kind of girl You want so much it makes you sorry Still you don’t
raininjuarez: This place.
raininjuarez: She’s a thousand miles away, a galaxy away. She may as well live in anoth
raininjuarez: To rushWould be A crime
raininjuarez: She’s a thousand miles away, a galaxy away. She may as well live in anoth
raininjuarez: I’m trying, Monday. I’m trying.
raininjuarez: Sometimes we play tackle, and sometimes we play touch There are times … often,
raininjuarez: She is the water, clear and deep And I am the river bed She slips silently the lengt
raininjuarez: Great lovers lie in hell the poet says. Even now, long afterwards, I cannot dest
raininjuarez: Her secrets are his now He is a bright white light, sweeping through her darkest corne
raininjuarez: When they first met, she saw him as a treat. A candy in a dish, that she could
raininjuarez: “It’s the little things in life that make you happy,” they say. &ld
raininjuarez: I plan to get old. Very, very old. I plan, eventually, a long long way of
raininjuarez: I like this And by “I like this” I mean I love this. And by “I love
raininjuarez: Idle thoughts I was thinking, just idly wondering If I came to you from behind, if I s
raininjuarez: She waited for him at the gallery, as he had asked, in a small room full of large can
raininjuarez: I like this And by “I like this” I mean I love this. And by “I love
raininjuarez: In this life of small rooms and narrow hallways she was my open sea [Please don&rsqu
raininjuarez: “In the morning,” she said, “when weak light sneaks past the shutter
raininjuarez: There are days — you know there are — when all I want is to cuddle and co
raininjuarez: She’s a thousand miles away, a galaxy away. She may as well live in anoth
raininjuarez: “Whatever are you going to do with me, when you have me to yourself,” she
raininjuarez: She likes this. Not just the sensation of his fingers playing up her thighs and slippi
raininjuarez: It was an accident, really. This morning, when he thought of her, it was purely
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