One. Heavy influences,
obsessive here and more.
Milky soft, dark as sin,
despair is . . .
Two, upsetting .
In his truth he meant to please every bitter advantage.
He tests sex.
Three, she had twins gayly drank chocolate tea.
Rocks over a dark sea.
Four, we verse a faithful symbol
through our angry sense.
Patience cures, need numbers empower?
Impressions last in a kids thought.
Five, strength shimmers.
Represent my sculpture.
Tell Joy, she looms over that smoke.
Six, infant angels have memory.
Look now, see on Crete,
I brought her no ring.
So Heaven would respect,
make a question around.
She's your wife. Give her what you want.
Eight, attach head space.
When that aggressive girl gal homey,
dribbles paint on her cardboard soon.
Nine, mellifluous silhouettes said 'Sharp form'.
Ten my care breaks rich.
Follow, hence cry.
Eleven, wood can drug our emotional drunk,
Feel it on one, said we.
To elves, when wild rivalry damages,
what heals time? Can they?
Thirteen finest girl metaphors, through guilt.
Four teens now lash psychedelic.
Cook, laugh, show.
Fit and free.
Free totally I come past.
Sixteen, we're good.
Originally I lived to diversity up.
All on straight and ugly.
Seventeen, like body abuse must crowd art.
Pressure us apart.
with JF, 12/13/06, 81, 1, 2
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