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Sunday morning pews Adorned with virginal blooms Light white scent of church.

The poor island girl, The salt of the earth, The Heart: Mother's made of gold.

You know the kind, Away from the whine That annoying squeal of indifference Away from that Car collisions, the metals crunch your bones,..

Muscle relaxer Puts you to sleep, a gentille pusher R X hits the spot To feel easy on Sunday Mornin's When you really feel The nothing In t..

I am she Who compliments and completes The dream lover and the wish Made when he is asleep I am she Who suffers most Giving birth, cradling ..

A bitter old man; His last words are gusts of ice. Land of leafless trees.

I have found a means to numb myself To remove what confounded heart is left For if what remains of it should break All meaning in my brea..

AMOEBA Slow globular crawl Dischord's mis-shapened body Mindless / self-divides.

Amuse Bouche (Valentine Haiku-Senryu's) FRENCH KISS Such buttery lips Sweet cream-silks, wrapping our tongues, Je patisserie. Le VALENTINE R..

1. Lively out of tune Songstress with liquid courage Croons frogs in her throat... 2. Sushi and sake Raw mispronounciations Glad songs of dro..