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Nick Moore
Poems
Feb 2013
Oral bliss, **** anxiety
Austere, everywhere!
only me for
that I care.
In my dream, two apples
fall from a tree,
roll down the hill
next to me.
There I lay
in foetal bliss
behold she comes to me
the Goddess.
Wrote this one after reading an article about oral personalities and **** personalities.
Written by
Nick Moore
Cornwall
(Cornwall)
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