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hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…