Feeling Before Your Period

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Its hidden meaning
passions
his fierce
refer something idyllic


my temptation not
decays with
gesture with his voice in chorus
with almost anything ...


with fragrant murmurs (my fall)
overshadows, resists change

tuning to something deeper


I jump into the belly of smiles

incomprehensibly sad spell anger, the agonies of my
galaxies / shutdown
legends

pride.

Silver Chemical Compatibility

Mother! Women

by Women Fighting

Songs On Sir Wilfrid Laurier

smoke

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Penetrating reaches me

tied to the mystery

my fantasy tangled thread

endless

of my feeble breath

my eyes unrhymed

tangled their beats

affections impossible

my hands without alternative

filled with multiple fragments

of everything that can not be grasped

his sharp wit

harshly castigated me

my pale lips on his verses

untouchable

his words in subtle cascades

irresistible

claw my thighs terrified by the unexplained

his chest and his entourage of memories

threading my manuscripts

their relentless strokes scattered

rescued each piece, each impact

with my deepest desires

bathed in smoke

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Retractable Tv Stands

to view it Looks

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Between the lines of reality between the
past and future, the duality
revolutionizing the cosmic dust
for him and her ... the good and the bad news


the primary point, the comma and the word
wrapped in mystery , silence, darkness
radiant light puzzle-
as what is called cosmos


trapped in the flame will
he called for his name
and thus unveiled the crucible of truth
unintelligible matter, dark, invisible
chaotic


I now know my eyes devouring

the notes and holds
between life and death gaps


pupil and retina / road map
his face glowing
admiration and path imposed
in instances
every moment I discover an eternity of delight
strongly affirmed by his signature


an angel comes in name of the law of good and evil
writes in the cold firmament: let there be light ...
and by virtue of its magical glow expands dreamlike universes and bellicose
silent darkness, faceless / harmonizes
in splendid pieces of information


him trapped in a manuscripts magnetic suit
I tied to universal gravitation
increases the uncertainty of the unfathomable terror
and imposes its brutal dictatorship of entanglements


until you view and
see (no more)

God and I

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