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03.24.03 . 8:15 a.m.
158: you delight me

christ, you delight me!

woolen scent of your sex, fury of your memory, my hands still on the hilt of that excalibur of hip, blessed ressurection of thigh, (all these miles!)

even now, as faraway from you as desert and mesa will allow, even now, under this welcome rain, yellow roses and honey-

suckle vines, i have to hunker my cunt close to the earth, this little pendulum of mine

(ringing, ringing, ringing)

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