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Friday, 16 January 2015


What think thou with?
Blue Aurora!
Green merits!
I must warm you.
My heart has blue-prints of passion.
But now in pilgrim of shouldered Viana.
You are in test of a poisoned trial
Which will witch thou, winkling peony.
Art dew devise device dawn-guitar?
Art eve cube Tied up maze?
Blue-eye lass com summing graves
forcing music singing blue?
In thy ways everyday,
Cutting calls aurora blade.

Blaze still green merit.
My sweet 'CESS' incense
down to the bed sweet,
hang withal; Amor sueƱo on merit
give way; Tengo que darle un dulce (beso) kiss.                             

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