I met the dark eyes of a girl
dressed Pattaya night district,
an obese aussie, paid
a short time round trip ...
I came across a pinay seraphin
with a fresh meat aroma ,
an old Paris told her 'im
about the land of cheese,
an Eiffel tower in his underpants ...
A pretty venenous flower of angkor
granted absolution by the grace
of a London presbyterian ...
" Quench my thirst ,pour out
your flow, ho lord ! ''
Angels with broken gender
are invisible stollen objects ...
Rainbow of muddy shades
on stations and street corners
from Amsterdam to Philadelphia
where crack the stone wings
of the stream generation ...
With all these scared angels
human metamorphosis ,
how is it possible to believe
in devil's existence ?
Except perhaps in the details ,
and sweet and tails ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 9th, 2024 06:54
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Beware of the leaven of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy.
Just believe...
I agree with this sentence !
Brilliant 💯
Thanks Alan.The dirty side of the world !
Naughty and sad, loved it.
Therapy through the ''object's gaze ! "
It's great work!
Thank you Ellen .Its a work ...
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