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Spring of work Storm
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128 the flies that swing around trees like doctors around a woman full of bars and beauties you could never make free; Not even if the flowers turn to moss and lose sensations for their stems. funny day How can I get away from here, kid? It’s blocked off Clouds break Though the sun is to play. Did you call me? I’m alone, that’s right. Water fountains to drink from. Would I be clean and bare? Waves are white I am eating an apple, want some? a heavy beautiful wind. Does a fly need to be ugly? Did you call me through to play? No? spring of work storm Down near “The river barges” I looked around me Where could I wait? 129 My friend was always human I threw myself beside; I turned the new head I took his paw It was tender And kissed its texture Like a bee Stars were darker I felt the oil in the sand autumn-time, wind and the planet pluto Like a spear afterwards cut out, head and eye hurts “When is he coming to wear me because I am a prisoner full of victims and human” she said He was the only one with a skin disease. Tied to, he fell “I love him” She fell like a stone on a rope and instead death instead of arms free Sun testicles next of splashes ...