ache the poem
papapapapappapoem an exit to yourself
stage right, he crie[s] to her exist. Sartrean ethics to a love-amour.
shes exalted in her boom-boxy bubby! carried by nave and rave.
sacked by her tent. glabrous eye to his moon. she carry anus
to his trophy. not socked by the weathered yield of pathos.
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14 yr after. not met infleshdecade gone . love
rousersrosesherodesrosedhim all monthshotlong
tolove's caboose.
