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Bob

always imagine i had book known the kiss a painter eye blinded with blunt brushes and smiling to heel
against the roof of her mouth her locker room instincts oft cast in elevators these glass hours we rend i
nest in the shreds how their bodies do just keep getting and better breasts like white elephants we thieve
colored grains and see mountains made in our handfuls conceit lounging salience is golden though we be
bound to finish by goose flesh and tooth skin without photo

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action my hammer chest defers to beg reaction i hear and pay the toll for thee