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I'm the woman: and I have these questions:
how much must the sun go forward in front of previous shadows:
and to whom my heart wants to forge breaths?
We robbed a fountain together
Santa ringing with coins?
The spiders - just a hair
only Elven ears befit to the music
the drops belongs under clouds
the rude X-rays kindly twists a grim cotton candy and me:
I'm exempting myself  - I'm a rule:
I'm meiosis craving for love:
I'm gliding from the trumpet: I'm the Gobi:
I will ripple in fauna:
the apples as a counterweight: the ass as a counterweight -
and you the unnecessarily conflicting night snowman:
you will whisper me: te quiero behind the Spanish wall: birdie




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