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Sin is the constant, mine is colorless, but gelled. Remember the rules I made, lists of her bruised knees my windows many and dark, I pressed against one my breath too shallow to give me away. The...
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Sin is the constant, mine is colorless, but gelled remember the rules I made, lists of her bruised knees my windows many and dark, I pressed against one my breath too shallow to give me away, the...
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dear one, what the hell? lol, I love the 100 acre wood tale you supply thunder bunny is just precious and the leisure line, simply awesome. are you tying a renga round my rosie?
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not trying to do nuttin, honey. just have a good time. don't know anything else worth bothering with. great write as a.l.w.a.y.s. ta ciao buhbye fnow toodles rowch
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oh, that renga. usually i'm slow. sometimes i'm awfully slow. as some worthy said of Barliman Butterbur, "he can see through a stone wall given time". most people can't be bothered waiting. i don't...
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"almost forgot it's all your fault' Grandma? dear god, i think we may be cousins. Borges is exactly that, I've read him. I have Labyrinths love the Lottery of Babylon and The Theologians you are a...
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So, I decided awhile back to walk away immediately from any poem containing sin t'ain't cuz I'm hoe lee er nuthin' nope. just cuz. but here you lured me in and I'm glad to have moved beyond it - and...
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