Wednesday, July 1, 2015

During Richard Cricket's Nap Comments

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Let me spoil your lips with words that reflect the sweetest nectar found in apples, peaches, pears,
Let me search the sands of your body as deep within lies a fountain that splashes with an echo that cries loudly to overflow gently as an stream.
Forceful.
Not Knowing where it goes.
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Kewayne Wadley
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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