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When your back sweat spreading
fusion smell like orange mamey
to leaves or green plums. Her breasts erect

stubbornly slept on my chest like swallows

tired or sunflowers in the afternoon.
Her lips were the simplicity of watermelon and crimson
certain tropical fruits. And his buttocks
sported the exquisite dinner gods. Stormy SOLOMON

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GOODBYE POEM IN VENICE

The sky is dark when there are no stars
evenings are long but the sun rises,
this cold night of love in Venice
is to say goodbye forever.

make a toast to the old days, we gather

dark lips and as the breeze played with the wind
swear that I'll always wonder.

keep me through the door in the soul,
keep me in the back of your privacy. Please do not cry
in Venice is quiet,
I swear I'll never forget. Solomon

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