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WHITE I look and see a widow in the sun Just weakly lamenting in sight Incandescent nights are in a hurry, Tribal rhythms in lightning Branch caughfire on life and viper is partched for absinthe and diviners’ oils. You, like an applicant imagine, Lick my whole body around in my profane foot steps. I taste your empetiness like my imbeliveble foundness, and I still have all day in front of me. The beats are for you, for me the bread and dry anchovies or calloused orphan. Fools take refuge in the night, The path is my rainbowed tongue Rushed are the shouts of the people
Posted on: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 12:07:11 +0000

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