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Our eyes bend towards light despite the broadness of bare flesh clothed in darkness.
Our eyes comb through the topogrophy: limbs intertwined with heavenly bedsheets.
Our eyes bathe our skins with a hairy glaze mirroring our perverse inner monkeys.
Primate love with our eyes, our slow pupils holding our sad tale intersecting...
Our proud chests: how our eyes met then floated away with a driftwood glance.
MARINA GIPPS
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007 |
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011 |
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