You are barbaric
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the detail is too intense
you are like a slug on a fence
in compare with the Sea
you could hear a pinfall in the crowd
you ring before the phone...
the birds come to youre hand
the sauric response is a groan
with arms out
shoulders down knuckles drag
you are a savage in compare
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you distend youre tongue
of course its funny silly
you have become a god of love
the french dispatch a team
of cavemen and stickholders
the mosquitoes die of blood poison
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the womanoid is warm
the womanoid is soft to the touch
she can reflect the sea with her ring
the butterfies are moderate in her hair
she opens a tree line
the trees arc to the stump
the manicule runs to the mountains
her magnetic field latches
on to his lips
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the barbarians cuss
you levitate the machine with a nod
she is the leviathan of the Sea
with azure nails and lips
the children leap in the paradise
the savages scratch with chalk and clay
the rotor h
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