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sorry bout messenger - playing up :-(
Hopefully i got you in the eventually!
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Alcoholics Ineffable Nostalgia
Beautys may
Being so
Intimidating as
If curve
Of violence
Came always
So stimulating
Queen
Queen
To wager
Then know
Ideology
Hurdles
Individual
As
Dictator
Merely
Straddles
Love
As such
A harness
Ineffective
For why
Should she
For settles
Sake take a
Stroke of
One while
He in turn
Stroke stroke of
Every you
Know queen
Queen with
Remember then
Know forgets
Hands of held
And bodies
Unscathed
By moonlit
Night theres an
Ocean in there
Somewhere but
Seek the
Hue which
Fits not
Right and
Then again with
Blotted cheek
And perhaps
Overripe the
Sun falls heavily
Upon despite and
Lack gains its
Might but its
All right. It
Is all right.
Was it love
Maybe love
Who will ever
Know for the
Irrational is
His echo the
Irrational is
His echo.
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jesus cancer man thats deep
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Love Poem Composed During Daytime Nap
It’s only nonsense
If the effect
Brings liver pains
And you’ve forgotten
To relax, exhale,
That sensibilities
Are various, and beautiful things
Shall, eventually, all blithely transfer.
I, too, am learning this
Tonight, as I have traded armor
For rejoinder, with a receipt
Clause ensuring even the lips
Minuscule intangible.
And, also, I have traded my sword
For beguiling pupil glint--
Matching my girl, who is breakable
With eyelids blue, who inspires
Thoughts about clouds,
Sticky newborns, and the depth
Of the grasss hue.
Too many things and too soon…
We are elbow to elbow
In an elusive room.
In the window:
First a cat, eclipsing
Candle, and then a
Saffron moon.
Yes, tonight, all girls
Breast nipples are iridescent tingles
And never redundant,
Though, sometimes at odds,
Like Picasso’s saccadic eyes,
Which are now everywhere housed
By someone saying,
:No flashbulbs please,:
And always admiration, etc., or
Something, and, regardless of hour,
The ubiquitous hipbone nooks
The frangible torso,
And an eclipsing
Cat is saying,
:Indeed,
It’s true.:
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You are a lovely young lady!
Stay that way :-)
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Man I love the Finnish girls!! :-)
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Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.
The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test.
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Charlie Chaplin’s Dead
Imagine fundamental
Sepia rust and
Arms intertwining
Old-fangled
Content era
And that eye
Look! And this
Woman with
Eyes like
A baby deer!
And even the
Frill dress
With more
Integrity...the pupils
So fixed with
Some aspect love's
Bull’s-eye. A different
Era when a
Girl named
Maria would
Scissor their
Gizzards to light-
House your
Faith.
Today,
We do meetings my
Name's blank and I'm blank...
And giddy as
We fuck ruin
Each other.
Troubled by toasters,
Thumb tacks, and
Quixotic digitals.
Charlie Chaplin's
Dead.
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And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
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