For the wounded normally fall in the direction of their wound: the blood spurts out towards the source of the blow; and the enemy who delivered it, if he is fighting at close quarters, is bespattered by the crimson stream. So, when a man is pierced by the shafts of Venus, whether they are launched by a lad with womanish limbs or a woman radiating love from her whole body, he strives towards the source of the wound… His speechless yearning is a presentiment of bliss.
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To cast a phenomenon as ineffable is effortless but is that you, writer, hiding from your hard work of bringing to words? Do you lay deceit upon your less than best so that you may settle? What labours allow you to articulate the speechless of being?
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Mysterious indeed. I’m fine with that.
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nice monday and early week. !!! thank you very much for your majesty, (((((((((((*L*))))
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And a happy week to you too!
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in the pies our flat earth Geo! landscape Our worlds so far but close, after 20 hours later it sounds you have post !!! and the pigeon never came late at her tower. (se / nz) thank you very much !!
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