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"My Ex" :I'm saying him:
"worked as auctioneer:
he masterfully knew: how to read the body language:
I did not need to speak almost nothing:
I touched my upper lip only: and: press my back teeth.."
He looked at me with jealousy - these boys are competing also with dead ones
so I said: "I'll come" : and underlined it with thin smile -
He accompanied me through the fens shyly:
why is here: on the Mars: so much mud:
I guess: because this raining isn't normal oblique
but some demented computer optimalize it to a specifically fucking angle.
As if he want I left so that I could coming back again:
so you can wait here: Sweety: I am waiting on Venus forever.
At half past two: he wrote: "I see your strips everywhere -
you are tiger for me - the beast" Tigers are cool:
no skinny cheetahs only just for quickly.
("to touch her loins - would be as to caress the hinges on the Pandora's Box")
But yesterday: the rain did not write upon me nor' one line
it wasn't like then - on the jazz days -
when came that little black drummer: alone as the bonus:
and:  he inmembraned us:
for half an hour we all together merged to one web:
but that was Mr. Rain himself