Enddometriosis Frequent Periods

Venus Golden Tears (Prison of Love)

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your mouth my mouth with green olives breeze Athens Lovely
you bewitched me the air I breathe and then I know that after a couple islands
your nakedness and mine in these beds of roses in air and wind surfing in the afternoons
your hair dreams can not longer be charming evening of fireflies
and feathers down your being fired into my flesh networks
gold and if already in the heart of death given the strokes of my years
fever substitutes and if I read the fingertips the distant secrets of your skin takes

for you were born to my dearest ... stone was to confess to my way
horizons with glasses solitudes with catapults the wind with the rain shells
shoes because you're Dearest things because you're not
queens in ceremonies nomads who leave traces
because of naming you think everything is termed as
you but I know I disappear when I sink in your water rose
mad but do not bite more shade Dearest do not sleep
bees always returned to my mouth
already crossed the threshold of poets and never returned there
truth is that my word hits with lightning strikes with gales hit
with volcanoes in the uterus
universe already thrown down the spiral hook for the funeral of my silence closed eighth
but celebrate it oh yeah!
sing high the last oxygen in the seas of stylites prayers
then just give us a kiss n º 912,000 billion humanity BC
and you're well dearest to be the light always the one being impossible wish to discover the dark

when Superb walking barefoot do not forget to carry a tray in her hands
clouds not to miss the big dance in the world you've paged the bedrooms of your love

and although no longer love your lover gifts are not carnal body not only
and although
I no longer dream of glory in your flesh of the fruit not only not in our waking
are two wings to fly beyond the infinite

and you do to stop time when you go to bed in the lounge of the dummies at the dawn
Today is yesterday morning my Fabulous
you root sap of a land that elevates you to the homeless sleep on your heels up
fruit vines that perfumes the breeze nights
always celebrated in your thighs a river that touches everything that includes fruity cherry earrings
full moon asleep in the water of your sex in your belly rises
a shower of bells capable of brightening flakes and whispers of some sun

and only you do to stop time when pigeons descend from the cloud to drink your tears
stars yesterday today tomorrow will be an illusory
my skin are all butterflies that flutter when you get naked in a cell shaded boxes
closed inhabit your being planted in the magic constellation however
and marshes that beat in the skin of his drum world of rainbows and starfish and fish and only


you do to stop the time when to kiss a eclipse prayer
eternity yesterday morning was a
Dreaming

today my two golden snails sleep on your breasts the dream crazy sense of my labors

fall in love with the rain in December when no destination summers in the crucibles of your back

the wheat fields that adorn your neck are bitten by the same wind that

dora

I know very well that your lips have infinite sorrow prevailing desire pupa

the lights

mimbrea called blood in your mouth every day reveals dark silence

my eyes were your rocks at the bottom of a lake that pregnant light awoke in his song on your forehead

nests the roundness of the sediment wanted melts wonderful words

a sea of \u200b\u200bcoral evening curl your hair combed by a dune wave

and embark your ideas in those clouds that can no longer accept the view centuries-old statues and

Name me anytime when you might wake up anything with your mouth surrounded by mist

and from all finite extensions of this world is the magnificent realm of your being alive.