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Friday, August 17, 2007
Emu Boots Stinger Bronte
Green eyes
telepathic
telegramáticos
color that's become of those who learn and practice magic
I imagine the seventh son of a seventh son
inspire me all sorts of
things a symphony
two operas a trilogy of adventures
a haiku
18 long and short kisses deep and chaste
throughout your entire exterior
geography and one million three hundred thousand mornings waking up next to you for what's
project in a long Journey to the bottom of your eyes
unguided and without a map because I
you miss you
and burning all bridges to tomorrow
and stay here in this moment of desire and promise
report in which to walk along the beach you just humming the song low voice I started a while ago oceanfront
not know if there across the bridges burn better
caress or perhaps a touch
but am now here
through my body tickling in Life
while the extension cord and extension cord moment like gum that you want to get all the flavor
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