Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Antediluvian Comments

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Rustling the tulips round the corner of a never-ending pasture,
She's yearning for the grip of his palm as she chokes their buds,
Wielding her locks rightly like the victor's plea in free tourney,
She removes the homeward flower as it gently plunges blood outward,
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Daniel Thomason

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