[New York]
April 22, 58
Dear Allen:
. . . Hi Allen – hay-ho doll – come on over and blow me you sexy ass of yours under the sheets that I feel all the time – right there between my hands – I miss the shoe shine you'd give my cock! – God – you know I've layd nobody since we last made it together – God for all I know my cock may be getting rusty like a dusty kings crown in dewy dungen – I'm sick of all this crying – the world is never going to end all this sadness – I'm going to marry good woman & grow my own love army . . .
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