I was walking through an ordinaryday.A face began to intrude, lips and eyes, and that ridiculous chortle. Head thrown back, gently, as if her life was a relaxed steed she rode through a late summer field. What was I saying? I can't feel to suppose straightlately.I used to depend on the ground to support me now but I'm not so sure. I'm sinking into some kind of current, upraised and dragged through a thick, laggardly moving fire. Her lips, lips, lips.My future is teetering on her wetty, ready to pound burro. her scented hair is the foundation the world is bricked on. Did I ever sleep? The sun sneers and the moon pulls me through a crazed, brutalized geography. My appetite has eaten me alive. Her glowing skin is all that matters, her burro is where I want tobe.Home is times down, and when I find it I'll be a different person. I'll be done with her and all this and noway again, noway again will I allow myself to come this lost for formerly married woman
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