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Even also her unreserved words -
they were for me gently like finest oil: and:
if a smooth dude: which broken wings of south wind - 
who would describe carats of gem forest only with babble -
                            hexagonal afternoon in the vineyard
                                 - when I stole a pair of scissors - I - am Perceiver -
The perceiver will creme his whole body in white
- except for the scarlet hands. And he plays naked. 
White lace on pink tracksuit: pull it.
Starting with orgasm: all fire into the sun.

This phony charm of androids. She hasn't it.
I would be excited even from the half of her nude face:
I'm sucking this feeling of red..
There are some fibers in my eye: whitch are purring -
when I looking at her red-pink elbows 
                          and the milk around -
By roller coaster of glossopharyngeal nerve -
ice cream: and pussy - stiffening roller on swiming web between the forefinger and middle finger:
and middle finger and ring finger.
  The smallest ash. Attenuation deep in ashes.
    I'm refracting your blue light: here: inside me: Love.
       I'm observing - how long lasting your long vowels. 
        As your slow barefoot walk. As poker.
As I'm gently pushing a slick hand fan with my thumb..


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