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I think about your sex.
My heart simplified, I think about your sex,
before the ripe daughterloin of day.
I touch the bud of joy, it is in season.
And an ancient sentiment dies
degenerated into brains.

I think about your sex, furrow more prolific
and harmonious than the belly of the Shadow,
though Death conceives and bears

from God himself.
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Thursday, April 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lust
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Fabrizio Frosini 20 April 2015

lii jar (daughterloin) : By adding a silent h to ijar (loin, or flank) , Vallejo strongly evokes hija (daughter) - (Eshleman 2007,629)

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Fabrizio Frosini 20 April 2015

this is a very good poem, masterfully written, embellished with beautiful metaphors.. great Poetry

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Fabrizio Frosini 20 April 2015

a very good poem, masterfully written, embellished with beautiful metaphors.. great poetry

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