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unpromising, this ****** clay scooped from the thames. old, used scoured ****** of old father thames, river of home, of shame and escape. mould me, make this wet lump pliant, knead it into man-shape paint it green, blue or gold, red white and blue, not with harsh horse- hair brush, but soft with tender finger-tips. fashion mouth ears eyes and that piece some women prize. breathe life into this teeming, fleshing thing mouth to mouth, eve, make me man with kind words and passion. take a rib and press it to your *****
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
Mould me
unpromising, this ****** clay scooped from the thames. old, used scoured ****** of old father thames, river of home, of shame and escape. mould me, make this wet lump pliant, knead it into man-shape paint it green, blue or gold, red white and blue, not with harsh horse- hair brush, but soft with tender finger-tips. fashion mouth ears eyes and that piece some women prize. breathe life into this teeming, fleshing thing mouth to mouth, eve, make me man with kind words and passion. take a rib and press it to your *****
mike-adam
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
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