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Naruto into Tsunade's toilet tfAfter Naruto met Tsunade and they had an argument, Tsunade bet Naruto that he could not master the technique called Rasengan. Naruto accepted the challenge and continued his training. As he trained Tsunade watched him from a distance. After watching for three days she noticed that he was beginning to master the technique even though he did not know. Tsunade began to worry and invited Naruto back to her house. Once there he was starting to wonder what she wanted. Tsunade made Naruto a little bit of food and a drink, which she placed a laxative in, but as Naruto relaxed he finally asked what he was there for. Tsunade walked into the next room to get some thing and watched as the effects of the laxative took hold of Naruto and she pointed to the bathroom. As Naruto ran to the bathroom she quietly followed him. Once Naruto was in her bathroom he realized that there was no toilet. He turned around to start walking to find Tsunade only to have her already in his face. Tsunade put her h
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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