Sunday, February 18, 2024

A Flower to Calm Youme

Where is the tire pistil?
Do not do this now, God. All
right, You can do it now. I
remember light on her eye
balls that do not shiver in
A snowy pre-morning date.
Like the fig leaf she and I
wear dies in the fire, where
a googol anthers split the
Work. How interesting?



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