Help me to see your face
and to hear not the scream
inside me that hides there
because your face is not
The face of my King though
offers a resting place
The face of my King calms
me down so the scream stops
I will return to the Stockholm ship and do my bit to protect it (and I will recall that I emit 75 watts of body heat). I will keep in...
Chuckling at your double refraction of light, I admire your rhombohedral habit. Your clothes. Your scarlet red spanks. Like the inner...
Pectin held my life together Like in the gelled rims of apples. Polysaccharide sweet, my spur In bitter months, my fruit crumbles...
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