PRELUDE
his waist was wrapped between spray arrevoles of morning and evening. We would find their housing
skin tears languid, lethargic stunned her mouth nuts, cherries and spice to the Oromo wind.
Swabians, eternal, lips
dissolved water, memories of others and a bunch of fear embodied in the whiteness of his chest ..
his black hair, her rosy lips, her white skin.
his black hair, her rosy lips, her white skin.
black hair, rosy lips, white skin.
hair, lips, skin.
absent swarm of young, fragile and agile legs beating.
in exhaled hungry shoal dreamy sigh ... I want concrete
weak ..... your life is worth more than mine ......
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