Canto:
How high the moon? It’s always approximate.
Just to meet you alone inside the future of equal talk —

Future men out there get mixed up like weird goings over the ocean.

Flamenco in transition. “I’m curious about sex and would like blood.”

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We the more than curious are looking ahead. I’m just noticing, winter is gone,
blood is flowing into my fingers and feet. The rooibos’s working!
I’m on the approximate side trading thanks to your gods. Can we talk?