bless your heart.
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thus saith rimbaud...
- Move To Me
- the sun hearth of tenderness and life pours molten Love onto a grateful earth and when you sleep in the valley you can feel the earth beneath you nubile and ripe with blood her huge breasts rising with the soul within is like god made of Love like woman made of flesh heavy with sap and sunlight and embryonic swarms...
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