Book: A cloud in trousers
I huddle around the tavern corners,
I pour wine on both the soul and the tablecloth
and I see:
in the corner - eyes are round -
the Mother of God ate in her heart.
What to give according to the template to the painted
radiant tavern orava!
See - again
Calvary spit
prefer Barabbas?
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MegaMozg 28-01-2021 / 11:18
And when my voice
bawdy hoots -
from hour to hour,
the whole day,
may be, Jesus Christ sniffing
my soul forget-me-nots.
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MegaMozg 08-09-2018 / 02:03
Come to learn -
from the living room cambric,
Chinna clerk of the angelic League.
And which lips quietly leafing through,
how to cook page cookbook.
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MegaMozg 16-06-2017 / 09:09
