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Saturday, May 4, 2013

Song of So Many Poems

    Please every bitter advantage.
Write to understand, start to discover music.
Think through dreams, damaged, about her lame dead Father.

Take our string, glorious sex is out.
A fool's accustomed to save his strength.
     My mind is in heaven, yet investigates

Many companions shared and want to see on Crete, a storm.
Suffer patience, young Master.
     "So laugh Sister!"

     I relate more . . .
Take her strength. They'd investigate,
Where we'd analyze space.

Then, a dark deep strengthening dream,
     always shared a beautiful self.
They say why marrying has trouble, from chocolate and smoke.

And she could appear to hide his hurt.
     Can I date an original?
Sweet sister, make a muscle! Yell! I sculpt society.

I am jealous, absurd, less time upon,
Hence decays, snaps her from that trotting fiend . . .
     Canvas could live.

Always sculpt! You're me!
Throw her torpid form through,
     We know you're soon, to calm the crazy leader.

Perhaps you heard.
Walk, my favorite, Have soft clever respect.
    Your finger demands when we make deep sky.

Kiss when the no's have space.
Why is this girl like that?
     Sees, knows me. Discover a peace which could sculpt.

     A favorite idea, stuck beside a perfect childhood.
Still, why make him, Girl?
Being eerie, sing our differences.

     Collection comes, they never tell their opinions.
Fingering him, it won''t take an ugly score.
Destroy, then have a parting,

Enervate delight.
     Her money always switched.
If so, . . . I grip it.

You thread jungle art,
     I need to see who you are.

Thy wench has yet ebbed in your observation.
Give chameleon strength to my electric composition.

Important memories see your sins apace.
     At home we could have found sleep about space.
A demon seizes you! Observe suffering.

I could storm out, Laugh, Act, Share!
Use part childhood sleep.
     I have him at night,

No glorious awesome electric fantasy
Since life hears strength, together there's gold.
     Go, experiment like a bird!

Who gave this bad communication? I am the original girl.
     Is life mean? Hard characters never lose.
Test with disorder, animal captures from time.

She sings many songs.
Because your style said, "Brother Moon, why did this young friend appear?"
     Passive air, shows and alleviates anger, though pleasant.

Though bold perfume is a calm instrument.
Carp us down, Love me in the original.

Photo: Mark Potter, model: Kayla Berley 21, 22-1, 22-2, 23


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