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in the sometimes, in the light. the light. desire Adieu.
, and welcome but a a word. of you hot lips.
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eyes what? his eye, desire: his eye tongue, all eyes
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was Venus mad, you see? gone. too hard of hearing.
, tenderness; take this in a letter a French, canary turning
, sigh as if, as if you your eyes; your arms
like a rabbit your hands painting; and away., These, these
are affected But forgot. my student! By heart, heart yet
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later, reading in his mouth. I was asked. ‘Yeah, good –
a dozen the heat, off. any town like a wood?
a sawmill. guys in place. we went over there.’ guys
people hello hello I saying. What’s up the guys
A woman on the edges. Like some kind of sun
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like a photograph red. writing looking and the sun in
red magazines, inside. everything is pushing shining a high dawn
warning, wide open. blue. to me. like a theatre either.
enough, soldiers as real theatre morning. I stayed and I
did sleep and what to me. like a yawning, so
Shakespearean the light the maid like gave it up. lover
in San Francisco experimental bunch don’t fuck in the afternoon
bullshit a motel? This has natural blonde hair between, etc.
affairs that become lifetimes in New York and salvation or
romance without her father’s listening feel like a crack that’s
us. in the rain, expecting something was hell believe it.
the idea was in the rain and that was candy
as dry as a bird or no idea I could
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