yes this is the image of the die cast in the twisted wind of imagination .
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the names of my 79 lovers . some as lace winded wool gathered by the steel stream of love. and their names in a row pleasured as row on row rise to rise rose to rose in wind and shape of seed to shamrock their pale head.
hailed by her hand . first time. in a taxi by high school. day and rough night of boys. we came like foxes rutting in the fcuking wind. yes. she did . as i . too .. I two mouth to her lip cutn to my mouth oraled by the pleasure of coming intensity. she grammared by the slim buttocks of my .
on the bus J jealous the smell of her leather jacket, came running after me, was me caught between two laughing between their lust and love. well . it was good while it lasted. you kiss m y hand hair to my slim body young as i was your heart beated well drum to lovered venous of your spookyness.
. we walked home we promenaded the three of you. to your staircase. our home a body love to her handed spiral staircase.
So then J. for Jusline. And the other? her name her skin the smell of her taste remains nearly a generation since. on the living room couch. over there to "watch tv" sure! when J knew she forgave her mouth a leaning river to lovers. our bedsome three in the hip day of our carnal . yes.yes. we said
C.
and J
T.
so then yer names. and other. to each other each to other we did .
