Category: /General/The sexless hiccoughs
in the valley of death planet.
Sovereignty of pure
kiss, in garden of moons― will
Cannot wipe out
the darkness. The hooded
fear splits the white heels of running sun.
I jump over the sharp blades
of swaying Passiflora, where
pouting lips spread the dark berries.
The paper boats will
not touch the bottom of lake.
You can collect the relies on red beach.
Not you, not me
will prove the virginity
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