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You Who Are Sleeping On the Train Untamed by Cyberwalk

  An erotic fantasy etched between the droplets of cool rain falling down upon a lush green, yet mud splattered valley with hills in the backdrop and an abandoned cottage in the middle of nowhere. Darjeeling tea and warm cookies await.     To you who are sleeping on the train, unknown, untamed, un-claimed; untouched but by the pain that lingered on your sleeping lips as you sit by the window and the rain, to you I write these words so you may suffer them, as I have suffered yourRead More