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The Virgin
Posted on Sunday, February 11 2007 @ 17:16:57 Eastern The sandstorm furls your inner thigh, beneath the flesh-giving navel, the tart of the orange on nude-smooth grains, squeezing its juice on your Ivory Coast. But the shoreline is ebony, soaked in stains, leaking the starch of hairy sweat. So does the virgin drench the aftertaste dry with the gore of the swamp, drinking disgust for the wonder of life. Post a Comment
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