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when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
i’ll tell you a dream i had once i… a bar the bar was made of brass ha… lying on the bar it was cOOl i di… Hot and the bar was COOl
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
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
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…
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…
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill