I seek his face sundog in
To finally I can not see, scattered by the storm. My spineless
life pulls its aphelion:
An emerging field of hot paths. White landscapes.
Fuck yes!
Yes to life, even laughable, yes to love!
Issue ... In France or not, the sheet is white, I
tingles, sweetness, my turn to dance And my
arms around him and my legs would give way.
Fuck yes!
No thank you, willingly, point, please
What a delight, but happy, too kind.
Give yourself the trouble is too much honor,
What exquisite urbanity, sumptuous, um, delightful.
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