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Pele's heart is now your's (Free verse) by The_Third_Isis
Hawaii to Crete so many islands diferentia in God,s only in a name Our tantalus remains the same. Oedipus complex was just an excuse using latinas as "Jacastas box,"just because. I may have been Jacosta once upon a time I dont regret it it was sublime. You didn't know I was more than a quecha [south american indian tribe & language] so all you needed was someone who whispered "papito,te quiro" like a dazed bovine gasping between you're pyramid. Let me 'brake it down' what run's thru your vein's whether son or lover D.N.A stay's the same Hungarian/Chinese/ G-grandma Basque/german/ G-gpa Colombian/Quecha-mom and proud. So this crusade is a double edged blade,so much hidding in the shade.I only "F----d her because she reminded me of you." No I only go down unless the SUN sets. Only then do I love. That [anybody] that say's "OLA" is not the true Jehova. So now you know me,you may notlike me. But iknow you love me to death. "Cuz I love like the the force of a head on train wreck. Always casualties,but it wasn't in the card's to stay. I am not afraid of nothing.They Tried to poke holes in the wind. "The Lion is the Tigresse's only pet" In "Pele's pulse" you saw me naked, but yet covered in Dali's marigold petal's. Look closer at the strangers on the left is Bachus to the right is shardik...sighhhh. And on top of your mantaba,It's you Horus taking the photos. Who is lucky # Three? It's alway's been Jeremi.B. He is really # one and remains the only one twoo three. That pig you sighed, about was meant to die under the mango tree. The luau [Hawaiian feast] pig/and turkey/cooked under hot coal's all day, the ears are crispy and are comparable to pork rind's You snacked on it's ear. Today let the monkeys marinate in caustic yeast. Yes... on cue you're invited the cow's. To seat in my place preparing the Xmas feast. Long rough tounges.You told me very graphically That taurus withered your amanitas. with her odoriferus breath. Our golden calf can Omm out in Taos. Whyle blindfolded lover's stand back to back holding a yard sale,with our discarted good's. A twinn of you're own? So much so not stupid cupid's arrow but was Pari's bull's eye on achilles as he raged this time around. That feline upside down kiss same smell that ancient spell. No my feet are never on the ground, when I get down. You always come up to your creator. Heaven and Hell convulse what pulse?. You are my host,swallowing we receive the holy ghost speaking in tounges, again joined at the hip In december,under a red blood oak. By the red sea.I whisper in your ear there's more to you than me, in you to love, it's just I'am with out remorse at all, you crushed my heart and kept my soul, F---k that! what's mine is your's and your's is mine or do you fail to d e c e m b e r?.

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