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Pieta, I wish you were a slut.Im afraid that the Words cannot rescue me herePieta, I wish you were a slut.
with the chairs educating your knees of my thigh,
with your eyes staring far too close to know better than smothering cue-carded Shakespearean verbs and the gift to God-will every phrase to hold worlds.
And, of course, with your ears
a Saint Peters Basilica
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
Both greatly appreciated... I shall try not to bore you
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Knock on the sky and listen to the sound. ~Zen Saying
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