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* Placing my little fingers on your sharp edges, I shall shape you again; Turning my iron keys on your closed locks, I shall open you again; Stretching my brushes on your smooth curves, I shall paint you again; Mixing my new clays on your shining cheeks, I shall mould you again; Sitting on your soft feathers I shall lay my eggs again, Smashing on your hard rocks, I shall beat and break you again; Biting on your open breasts I shall drink you again; Surrendering my mind; body; I shall be purified and tomorrow I will become your own saint ! * ________________________________________________________________________________ ** By Williamsji Maveli Email [email protected] 05.02.13 @ 1015 hours ** _________________________________________________________________________
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
The Saint !
* Placing my little fingers on your sharp edges, I shall shape you again; Turning my iron keys on your closed locks, I shall open you again; Stretching my brushes on your smooth curves, I shall paint you again; Mixing my new clays on your shining cheeks, I shall mould you again; Sitting on your soft feathers I shall lay my eggs again, Smashing on your hard rocks, I shall beat and break you again; Biting on your open breasts I shall drink you again; Surrendering my mind; body; I shall be purified and tomorrow I will become your own saint ! * ________________________________________________________________________________ ** By Williamsji Maveli Email [email protected] 05.02.13 @ 1015 hours ** _________________________________________________________________________
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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