#AmericanWriters
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
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…
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
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
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i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
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
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
the emperor sleeps in a palace of porphyry which was a million years building he takes the air in a howdah of jasper beneath saffron