Englishwoman Martha

Martha is able to say

to every man

" I am capable of moving mountains, of rocking hearts.

I don't need a courtier,
I can have

my own assistance. "


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Martha, shut it.

Because you hang around weeping:
" I can't say no ".

To him.

You can waste money on this man.
Have him inside you.
Gorge beautifully.

Instead, I see:

" I am my own tragedy, night and day. "

Anchor

If anything, there's a new color in the streets.

Brilliant of you, Edna
to hint towards
our inner courage.

Their faces are tainted now.

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The essence of every human begs to anchor your legs into the tip
of the mouth of a swallowing ocean.

Pineapple's Creek

He's tall and reaching his 20's - he has the balls to take take take.

A veteran in gluing chips together, to the tribe one of his best achievements to date.
"I have roots in my brain".

A diamond in the rough, the possession of his sugar cunt violet dame.

They twist tongues of pineapple flavor, airheaded both of them.
There's more potential to him.

Man I've got an army of seventy-thousand grandmothers on high-heels,
holding rifles,
swords.

This side proves to be the strongest.
Change directions.
We'll give give give.

Leave Windy Sally behind.

Put an acetaminophen on this wine, say:
"Windy Sally please drink the wine"


At the end, France will be calling: "mass meeting"
Singing vespers, fueling our bodies.

Our China

Using telescopes to meet
the valley
at the Eye's Mouth
seems
a safe step
for bettering
our
China.

They said.

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"Man, dare to touch me" she said "I'm only laying everything


down."
She was a wise virgin, elegant.
Fountains squirted forth but "men are pigs", meanwhile our
flames collided, beauty enhanced.

"Our China is burning, in angst"
Her lavander eyes suffocated and our mirror-children were growing spores from watching them

Premenstrual, hooded child.
Leave now for your own good.

On Mondays we travel,
muscles on thrones, aroused, arousing.
Ourselves aloof, detached from schemes that otherwise would define "desperation".