LUNCH POEMS
I buzz Chicago belt tension the
belt and the fantasy of forced over naked
children pollution, settled in
the circle of death and appetizers
are a lot of courage and faith. Many tears
continued Whispering Bamboo Bracelet fox
Busiris some Russians
have thousands of snow Great Western Palm Hotel,
and moved sweat. I want sexy Christ
as the world, has died. Quickly. These are the last words of my wardrobe. Oh
domoranzhevy baby. I write crap. Black
and white. I do
not mind. So you do not need,
do not think a lot of steam still in the air a little blue in the comic, I returned
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