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Posted by I on November 04, 19101 at 18:30:15:
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Gave her sweet ginger wafers ,
and a porcelain cup of a sleepy tea ,
and mechanical chimes , to fly over her .
Gave her three naps , and fog humming her ears ,
and nectar flirting her lips ,
between the sliver cracks , and the thirst fractures .
Gave her fattened doves to rest on her breasts ,
and golden saturated wheat , to drip on her line woven belly .
Gave her trembling veils and hovering goose feathers ,
and a sudden light beam , and a red butterfly flutter .
Gave her metalic strike of crowned teeth ,
and the blessed faint to dance on her waking eyes .
Gave her darkening radiance , and rows of ants , black and hungry ,
and the washing away of their pure hands .
Gave her a white wax face , and white wax fingers ,
and white wax ankles , and white wax lips .
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