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before it is much too late
Insert a penknife just below the clavicle and near the shoulder blade Twist it round until she begins to scream and squirm
Pull it down until the richness of her blood begins to spout and spurt. And drive it home until her wings begin to shiver and shake. She will soon get the message that you have not come to play
The tenderness of her touch will begin to caress your angry spirit.
astringent fruit. Raise the mast and bring them to their knees. Rap it across her tongue and be sure that she will lap it up Your mind should be clear; and the horizon translucent. Appreciate the color, azure blue, crimson, indigo and some blotted escargot. You are a free man now. The unsightliness of her spirit that will allow you to have had your seedless blush in May. good tongue thing and for shake. you. She It will allow you to see green corpuscles in a delicious wine that may never come to play The tenderness of her blood begins to scream and squirm Pull it down until the richness of a symphony.
But before you ejaculate pure honey, you will begin to caress your angry spirit. It will soothe your mind and provide you with an opportunity to soften your stroke and pacify your wretched fright. The shadow is upon us but there is no longer a need to fear; A black heart will wither the root and allow you to submerge your silent crate. Plunge into a pool of ocean pudding, high above the cross. The sunshine is a faded image of which you will see how the other half lives. But roll it upon your bud.
It is just below the clavicle and near the shoulder blade Twist it round until she begins to surface everything will soon get the message that you have not come to play The tenderness of her spirit that will allow you to see green corpuscles in a delicious wine that may never come to play The tenderness of her spirit that will allow you to kiss the kelp. Just below the seaweed, the dream will leave a golden harp. So you must listen to it very hard. As the melody begins to scream and squirm Pull it down until the richness of her touch will begin to wipe it off in six-fourth time.
Gerald Marchewka is an American freelance writer currently living in Lviv, Ukraine. Gerald's most recent book "Straight from the Heaven's: Li Bai's Poetry in Retrospect" featuring the Illustrations of Seb Fowler is now for sale on Lulu.com Questions about Gerald's projects may be referred to geraldmarchewka@yahoo.com
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