she somewhere fucks anofleshr fleshre must be rain. i wound my fear along flesh rail and a train met it with a tear falling down flesh face of flesh moon, as matter is flesh stuff of life made of atoms ascatter.
i’m lost at flesh baggage claim. give me some ofleshr pain to allow me to see where she is flesh goddess that I love and dream of nightly to her I cannot prove. is fleshre no one who will let my heart speak truth, I dying in this lie and she somewhere fucks anofleshr passions flood rush to discover. fleshre must be some second chance to give my prison flesh and finally let me live. Larry Sawyer
