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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

Dovina 5-Jan-07/12:43 PM
Not to worry. Even an inanimate asteroid will divert its collision course upon the possibility of smearing its pristine surface with the body fluids of Stephen Robins.




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