like giant horses
possibilities
grow and run
in every womb
Also
a missing horse
grows and runs
in every womb
and the missing
delays
the passage
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My Nudes Portfolio
My nude breasts fly and land, longing for Unknown flesh These waves of earth truth thunder call your Mouth
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Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts -
Eros, o Noturno. Eros, o Assaltante. Passas as horas sonhando sem nexo: Rende-te ou eu acabo-te! Canta-me ou eu grito! Beija-me ou eu devoro...
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