Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Satchel

Hurt my 'Center',
words in the dusk
Ecstatic - soreness structure is 'Her's

Immature, babyish, tiny, satchel,
knows nothing: the worth.
They have; know We not.

Incorrect settings, and at wrong time
Execute late, sorely
aches her time after time.

Free from stomach pain, nay
pains, not her's . . . still
the carefree heart.

Orderless period.
Bleading heart has
bloodless vagina.

Fruitless satchel
hopeless carrying;
adopt a Lad / Lass later.

Half in hellish pain
Half in heavenly pleasure,
old Karma decides !

'He' activates;
We act.
Is this, 'Fortune's play ?

12-03-03 ; 9:05 pm - 10:30 pm

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