the fool on the water or hidden purity connected somehow triple-hipped divinity recurring still we'll hook up in the ether at least has it occured to you peripherally multi-faceted wonderbodies her eyeballs are deities out there somewhere her focus fingernails pretty kissings and otherworldly her facings and her goings scantily clad waiting on cab the trees so high that night on stilted legs windless with unknown pleasures we've become three that none other can name
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