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"oppening" poems
Ungratefully declining, Throught a hundred ways, Passing Over a thousand of opportunities -Trying to Leave Pointless Passion Behind- The missing-links putting my mind at ease, Oppening a Ditche in me The hunch I've been here alreaydy Still feeling the drudging soul growing Humanity is Smoldering The cocoon, still could Hatch Hitting, After years of wandering In hazy gream, Miscarrying, Erring throught Dusty Gloom, The odd Feeling to Smack a Hatching Foreboding some Ending
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
leon-sander
Nonchalant Waiting
Ungratefully declining, Throught a hundred ways, Passing Over a thousand of opportunities -Trying to Leave Pointless Passion Behind- The missing-links putting my mind at ease, Oppening a Ditche in me The hunch I've been here alreaydy Still feeling the drudging soul growing Humanity is Smoldering The cocoon, still could Hatch Hitting, After years of wandering In hazy gream, Miscarrying, Erring throught Dusty Gloom, The odd Feeling to Smack a Hatching Foreboding some Ending
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not until you have felt erotical goosebumps running through your body with the northern wind, a may so called it could awaken you skeleton to prance, outside your body...                   such cold of a spring...              but such that there is any eroticism in that sensation? in that                springtime cold?                 and that there is such a "thing"? it almost feels like the antidote to the western concept of                   st. thomas' gospel and the nag hammadi                    entries...           you want a *** change"? o earth, yawn and take these poor souls to their graves, but sacrifice their lot, not,                    for the living next; of those that ask: and what of the children to come?                    are we all really bore people whether we grow a beard?          and don unapproachable ideas? what's that? is that even fashionable                        these days? cougar mama! what now? what now? dunno... grow a beard and start deeming yourself a philosopher,     a vampire, a werewolf? huh? where who aloof? as bad jokes go... that was a crusty pancake of a joke, so don't mind it; but i'm dead serious about the cold of a may spring...       it's not about the scent of flowers suddenly oppening and going all   berserker with an opulence of scents... which could make anyone into                 a psilocybin-induced viking warrior, or so they say.                          but it's the cold, it's the cold... it's so ****** ****** in that it gives me     goosebumps...               geese      bim bim, bim    bá      tá        too?                  alt.                                  ba(h)  ta(h) tow in two? is this becoming a jewish joke?            am i going to deep-fry some bread to get a bagel out, as if i was scottish and deep-fried a slice of pizza?          come on!              all i'm saying is that i find cold air ******     my ******* get hard, and i'm thinking about             the hair on my abdoment and my eden region; what's wrong with equating cold air               with a "mild" form of eroticism?
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
eroticism from the cold of a may spring
not until you have felt erotical goosebumps running through your body with the northern wind, a may so called it could awaken you skeleton to prance, outside your body...                   such cold of a spring...              but such that there is any eroticism in that sensation? in that                springtime cold?                 and that there is such a "thing"? it almost feels like the antidote to the western concept of                   st. thomas' gospel and the nag hammadi                    entries...           you want a *** change"? o earth, yawn and take these poor souls to their graves, but sacrifice their lot, not,                    for the living next; of those that ask: and what of the children to come?                    are we all really bore people whether we grow a beard?          and don unapproachable ideas? what's that? is that even fashionable                        these days? cougar mama! what now? what now? dunno... grow a beard and start deeming yourself a philosopher,     a vampire, a werewolf? huh? where who aloof? as bad jokes go... that was a crusty pancake of a joke, so don't mind it; but i'm dead serious about the cold of a may spring...       it's not about the scent of flowers suddenly oppening and going all   berserker with an opulence of scents... which could make anyone into                 a psilocybin-induced viking warrior, or so they say.                          but it's the cold, it's the cold... it's so ****** ****** in that it gives me     goosebumps...               geese      bim bim, bim    bá      tá        too?                  alt.                                  ba(h)  ta(h) tow in two? is this becoming a jewish joke?            am i going to deep-fry some bread to get a bagel out, as if i was scottish and deep-fried a slice of pizza?          come on!              all i'm saying is that i find cold air ******     my ******* get hard, and i'm thinking about             the hair on my abdoment and my eden region; what's wrong with equating cold air               with a "mild" form of eroticism?
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