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a creeping
wither did
vine rocky's
tail and
was falling
leaves in
Autumn only
blue by
trail weened
her dorky
tea in
throat that
her ***
broiled canapé
and wrest
on her
hot plate
A nocturnal season that waste wtung her heart by perchance there
I mean
fudge 'tis
our fight
to desire
this delight
in my
house it
sit tight
there as
a bullfight
that contrite
a beast
so light  
that lament
may die
this bugler's
call kent
if we're
a prat
that sat
alone together
here but
love was
our life
so dear
if she
made me
desire a
sweet tumble
we'd but
twice deeply
intuit but
cat and
mouse again
a Miduri
ring that
squat for
him and
tell members
it'll save
their souls
while attacks
on democracy
increase in
the land
as this
prosperity gospel
spreads without
central control
yet Operation
Canaan probe.
If ther was a Paradise Farm in Brazil
a primate
attire there
as my
lore was
ape yet
let wet
his tainted
collar this
relationship
with a
speckle that
tore his
tie with
an emancipation
of a
war with
sinister graft.
A bishop I always knew in school
in her
apple pants
that quiver
such a
dance with
transformation a
pirouette if
a coup
pedagogically wire
my brain
formation with
elation only
my desire
flush hers
there a
time of
dating especial
money machine
was astride
but direly
enured any
time but
for treasury
would still
dilate his
mind if
togetherness was
our kind
when ritual
finally was
to field
but wept
and dined
in spring
A note on highness was the debt
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