Bird-foot Violet: .. I feel a violence in my morgenrot heart of mercy in my pores of skin of my nude breasts sink out gravelly pores of soilsink of sinking soil is my black pores breasts nude leve leavy to my pubis dawn a black dawn pubis black coal in my dawning nightingale is my soul and my black pubis vagina is my black soul of a soil in the nightingale crest ocean cream coffee cream is my soil a swirling in gentle turbulence this is my soul in turbulence in the wake of a night black coffin in which I reside for I am vampire dawn and my soul is a vampire in its quintessence in its my soul's bleeding quintessence my soul is a vampire although I am not...
Batman: .. I have often felt my soul to be a vampire bleeding outward into Macbeth's time for a clock singing orchestra's of Chopin and Beethoven awaiting the quiet piano strings of Debussy this is my soul a singing orchestra the night I reside in is an orchestra...
Wild Ginger: .. ahh.. Batman.. do you know the ginger spice of my soul a nutmeg concoction residing inside my pubis in cinnamon and spicy apple-nutmeg my black vagina feels inside itself this stew of a corn-god's soul.. for I have the soul of the corn-god and my body nude is agriculture.. I am a woman nude in soil black as grain and dust a quintessence inside which like eternity I reside...
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