Normally? naturally 'its only fiction which work:when you write I. this hap. Pen
is flighter than S'word .rite its own stock. ||||
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Now another handy question to ask is: do lovers stink?
2 well epigrams being what they are one can only wonder.
3 pause between break. open the sleeve . the pelf. fled to him. over dale, country, telephone exchange, between capitalism, and communism, between grey gray, green water, humus feather.
Say the bed . [say the worse]Open. Sesame. Appear the lover's body.Sought for. She was not. The hunch-backette! More ugly. Was he. Inside the pen. Of his stinky poo. Not a lover's mere pen he. She walked. his . Long the aisle. returned to the "old country." She damped her thumb sampling his oils. Was that a sagacious hour, of his fa[i]r, skin, h eris fair silence? This she levitated to his. Her astral . Knotted in the lover's hoop. his window pane. Like any gathering mist. Up the slide wind. Sneak 'round the cone. Not the coconut, the green cone gyroscope of time . Again hefted him to her-her. Lovers. dichotomy ~~ .
diacrone.
metanoia as
her Mona was crackers to her settle sea-salt |
Mona hat | Jill Hath.
Franny had hadding to willkin dower.
