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they see him on early mornings when the scent of leather hovers above the asphalt and there is moisture on chrome writing poetry in dawn dew whispers

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Uploaded on Aug 2, 2009

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glisten of dawn in your gown of wind carry me beyond the dreamers and let my thunder stir their longings

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Uploaded on Jul 25, 2009

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some mornings when you are just a window looking down I hear your sighways winding through some...

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Uploaded on Apr 24, 2009

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when my pricking end of metal impales the virgin sighs of night I feel your eyes our seams there sucking the residue from yesterday

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Uploaded on Mar 15, 2009

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there are places only I can see between the lines of stone and glass the mountains that bend around love and leave empty sky saliva behind

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Uploaded on Feb 22, 2009

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I bring you the rules dressed up as mirrors just to confuse you into wanting to close your eyes

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Uploaded on Feb 22, 2009

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yea though I enter a crowded sky I will fear no evil for I am the wing of freedom

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Uploaded on Feb 15, 2009

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whisperer of harlot eve bring me your metal leather and lather me with your sins I am your unnamed freedom

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Uploaded on Feb 1, 2009

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and in the early mornings there she was a seamstress mending the souls of man with the skin from her willing well

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Uploaded on Jul 19, 2008

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bosom dawn does my pricking bother you nudging your pale nipple with the darkness of my light

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Uploaded on Jul 5, 2008

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you say you prefer me hard and just waiting to enter there into the soft sides of your ocean

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Uploaded on Jul 5, 2008

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when you are the unraveled one and your helpless is nectar there at my mouthing water it is then I worship your sins

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Uploaded on Jul 4, 2008

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pricking the dawn's damp seam with rigid panting fervor what is the minnows whisper when distant amber beckons

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Uploaded on Jul 3, 2008

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you press your breast to the yawning sky and wonder if the wet moans of clouds are panting or sighing sounds

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Uploaded on Jul 3, 2008

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bosom of july press to my wood wandering splinter my laughter with your moorings

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Uploaded on Jun 28, 2008

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places in the night where warm hands linger between the thighs of sky and shore

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Uploaded on Jun 28, 2008

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gypsy queen of dawn I love your fingers in my brine your jaunty bow in my tide give me your helmspeak shuddering

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Uploaded on Jun 28, 2008

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beyond the forest of lady trees the tall ship waits to press her breasts into the ocean of my eyes

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Uploaded on Jun 21, 2008

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