Teeth, Don't leave!
Spite the white Liquid
from my bosom's sleeve
Teeth, Please stay!
Spite the white Angel
me arms doth sway
I'm a slave to her lips
as she grips to my heart
and to my twisted hips
can no wits will apart
a mother's wild love
for her child or her art
Samstag, 28. Juli 2012
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Mourning Mastery
To teach is to mother. One door closes, another opens... Feminist Karma She felt oddly Humboldt by his brilliance. After all, was h...
