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 مرّ الشعر جنبي و متل ال كأنو هيك ما بيعرفني و بيناتنا عشرة عمر صغيرة كنت لما اجا بكير يخطبن... [read more] |
 LOOK NOT FOR DEATH FOR SOON SHE WILL ARRIVE THE DAY, THE HOUR, THE MINUTE SECOND SWEET NOR MOON NOR SUN NOR WIND NOR RAIN DEPRIVE T... [read more] |
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As surely as those waves are compelled by the moon, he wants to be naked with you (perhaps with his socks on). You need the same from... [read more] |
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Shirtless and barefoot since morning, you have carefully managed and enjoyed your sun-time: allowing the sultry summer light to bring... [read more] |
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[after Constantine Cavafy's poem, "Days Of 1909, '10, And '11"] Two and a half time Alexei's age, you are, of course, wiser in the ways of... [read more] |
 It was modernism.The wind blows above the wings.Poetry shouts war.An ocean pain spreads.Weather beats the years. Like tangerinesyou hallucin... [read more] |
 And now, it's very clear I changed my mind, I now am certain I won't have the pie here, I'll take it out Won't have dessert in Home, I... [read more] |
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Donald Trump, he is DT Wed Ivana, she was IT Had three kids, DT, IT and ET The first Trump family Then DT, he met MM Wed MM, sh... [read more] |
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Inhale and taste him first. He is now your guest, and offers you his nakedness---along with a beautiful engorgement. So inhale a... [read more] |
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Old Lenin has been dead a hundred years. That son of a bitch deserves no decent person's tears. Embalmed twice a year, to keep his stiff fro... [read more] |
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Lips, tongue, fingertips and toes: deploy any of yours along your boyfriend's seamstring, so that the lavender flower will burst forth with... [read more] |
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There was a young man named Dennis Who greatly enjoyed playing tennis But one day had to stop In his leg heard a 'pop' Felt to continu... [read more] |
 Is this art? No. But just because you put it on blast that doesn't make it a fucking cannon ball either, So maybe in a way this... [read more] |
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Palm Sunday today, but in the midst of that great celebration, as we draw closer to the grandeur of the Pascal Feast, that forgiveness among... [read more] |
 This is really no good I mumbled as the crowds gathered round to watch the drunkards stumble In my own belly, I felt something... [read more] |