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Russian absinthe (Free verse) by AlexandraLeaving

What you told me What you said How you broke it apart In the fields of azure suns and leaves red How you groaned As I bled And how I thought With this gift I give With me forever he'll live And how it ached between my legs for days But desire this wolf within me Drove me back to your arms When I looked at my tight young skin Next to yours I thought Komarovsky I am yours

Stephen Robins 4-Jan-07/7:18 AM
Ranger you like everything, a vote from you is like a wet fart in a pair of somebody elses trousers in a different country.




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