in petrol fumes and alcohol
In the smoke that sticks flabby,
There's joy, penalties immolate,
It makes spots, halos;
We sailed well in the bitter HICS,
When the sea comes home in this music
Empty Child estuary wanton
Then divided into the sad tropics
is not our war for tragic
That turns into madness psychiatric
Filling of land needs phallic;
When today is far removed from yesterday And
Runs in a river, carrying along the
magical memories.
. Tilou.
Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within of his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/ 
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