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The Hooks: tender and Daring , little Darlings !Sweating droplets of Viscous - overthecounter monastic musings.Where cenobites rain in Couplets - Ab..
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Luscious lemons in your silky hair waving as you saunter down the gilted avenue. From my seat, all buckling unsturdy, your redlovely lips upon pearl f..
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Hushshush! My friend has shut the DoorOn Possibility!Red bequeathed so ------ Pure! Bloodscreaming curling ------ Queer ------. There. thier. Not. T..
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-But I’m leaving; can't I just leave? Something: yes. Always something.
Unfurling my jacket, looking back into the kitchen: watching the two
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Over on - where the Streets aretarnished with Oil,people burnished withGolden Teeth, Little Lions in Redand the Old Beaten Cheerleader whowanders life..
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Under the Bridge, along the Promenade: wewalked with words trickling through ourwaxy lips. Where the Seafront was all silk.Where the Waxwings, sealed ..
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As the Pyres flames, out by the Sea,Reached afar;The day-old Paindemain and tea:Came up from the Madames bar.And upon the table, commingling, two Star..
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Standing upon the peristyle,Notes of Citherns billowing,From Masques in Parlors frayed;I saw over the ledge,Skewed -Sallowashen-hued clouds.And when t..
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a Sea:empty&profligate.Hushed limbs moving:travelling sempiternallythrough tumps.Swaying hyacinths -Crisp&crimson as loversdrifting breezes in..
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The Flaming Women Crimson atop her breastWalks down the Moutain abaft The Avenue.The raindrops cease,Metre once Lively - (Iambic...)NowLost in footste..
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