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... Ah ! i hold this land in my arms and run my tongue sliding over the emerald east tickling the corn and rasping pot - dry through sandpaper west . i suck the hot wet eyes of mexico with nothing to fight for but twitching rattlesnake ...
... Ah ! i hold this land in my arms and run my tongue sliding over the emerald east tickling the corn and rasping pot - dry through sandpaper west . i suck the hot wet eyes of mexico with nothing to fight for but twitching rattlesnake ...
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It annoints the body with its wine , pouring mists of dreams on lists of fears , and then insists we hold ourselves aloof as knighted saints . the eve and adam picture that it paints seems fallen , and we shake our cymballed fists ...
It annoints the body with its wine , pouring mists of dreams on lists of fears , and then insists we hold ourselves aloof as knighted saints . the eve and adam picture that it paints seems fallen , and we shake our cymballed fists ...
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Your loom must weave the waves in rigid folds Upon my sleeve , etch - in a cold devotionThe moment when perpetual sea holds Herself extended in the air , suspended From your fingers : a miracle repeated ...
Your loom must weave the waves in rigid folds Upon my sleeve , etch - in a cold devotionThe moment when perpetual sea holds Herself extended in the air , suspended From your fingers : a miracle repeated ...
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