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[bodytext] => A deep brown pasture lasts like unguessed wool. My nocturnal self protested your kisses and so that its delirious feeling will recover your dry lips. In the middle of the thirsty dust, many mouths spit crystals like a vagabond in the wilderness. Believe in the distances that wait for you, believe in the cashmire and the sweet-smelling market. When the area is full of wondrous ideas and the provincial poppies and the stubs at last give forth their purposeful destiny we can kiss. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 277 [topic] => 2 [informant] => antikythera [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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