Intuile you bastard
Ted vibe, did sylv
Top the goddess
You eye apprehended
"Im in the oven"
Sylvia wrote not
Imagination
"Has no law"
Dave said, Carnival
Wednesday, Aoife
Mannix on 13 June
Focus group to foucs
Group, image to image
Second by second poet
Changing the change
Hoof plash leashing
A cloud's reflection
As it tips the brim
Existential vessal
A puddle of truth
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The thirteenth orgasm
Sylvia had as she turned on
The gas and snuffed out, drew
A Final curtain on the chapter
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