Pass Trail
light footsteps plow
winged mountains. Superb
buttresses
draw wings
of subtle emotions. Hand of God
on this starry sky,
walking on the moon's that
of immense.
comes the day, slowly
calms the stormy sea.
Steps
this anxiety to exist.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Hiv Maculopapular Rash Causes
Lunasulongi Remember
moon shines on the valley
Longi
lights transform it
falla falla live
fill it with love shine dance
fill it with music that resonate
ago tarantelle
guitars and basses and pianos resonate ago that
makes you feel rumbling drums
not the sound of aircraft
not the sound of ambulances
not stinks.
I want you to always shine, on this moon
Longi.
moon shines on the valley
Longi
lights transform it
falla falla live
fill it with love shine dance
fill it with music that resonate
ago tarantelle
guitars and basses and pianos resonate ago that
makes you feel rumbling drums
not the sound of aircraft
not the sound of ambulances
not stinks.
I want you to always shine, on this moon
Longi.
Jenna Jameson High Res
Open wings
soul and try to look beyond the clouds, the rain
:
this is the secret, you can not miss
.
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fugitives
I remember your mouth like a soft cushion to rest my I remember your lips
eyes as big as the light that filters through these clouds of absinthe
I remember your hands like those of a small porcelain doll
remember your hair straight as the wall where you and I leaned
I remember your belly
sinuous as that of an odalisque in her alcove.
You were pursuing me, daring, and I still go after tidings Pythian
not know what possessed
but I can not, why not try another
fleeting loves
not encounter these fugitives
not lying words to rip a nocturnal encounter
So well that losing you but I can not risk
not really love as I have done so far.
I remember your mouth like a soft cushion to rest my I remember your lips
eyes as big as the light that filters through these clouds of absinthe
I remember your hands like those of a small porcelain doll
remember your hair straight as the wall where you and I leaned
I remember your belly
sinuous as that of an odalisque in her alcove.
You were pursuing me, daring, and I still go after tidings Pythian
not know what possessed
but I can not, why not try another
fleeting loves
not encounter these fugitives
not lying words to rip a nocturnal encounter
So well that losing you but I can not risk
not really love as I have done so far.
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