E. E. Cummings

Light Cursed Falling In A Singular Block

light cursed falling in a singular block her,rain-warm-naked exquisitely hashed (little careful hunks-of-lilac laughter splashed from the world prettily upward,mock us….) and there was a clock.   tac-tic.   tac-toc. Time and lilacs….minutes and love….do you?and Always (i simply understand the gnashing petals of sex which lock me seriously. Dumb for a while.my god—a patter of kisses,the chewed stump of a mouth,huge dropping of a flesh from hinging thighs ….merci….i want to die nous sommes heureux My soul a limp lump of lymph she kissed and i ….chéri….nous sommes

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