Sparkling at waxing
or waning moon;
the saltiest dews,
immaculate mine pith.
To fire life, in seduction;
lading whitish gun.
Started spitting...?
tottering, cementish quasi entity.
Agonizing entirely; it
falls like falls as
mine presence is false.
Lucifer's rope, scares near by.
Lethargically carbon fills;
Blackish, the core, not only
the memoir...signs, sultriness; squeezing;
My Life is at Cigar's Edge.
1-11-2004 ;10:05am to 10:40am
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