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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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I burned the mountain hoping that you will see me how I tremble of restlessness
But you sent one of those eye lashes’ breeze and my fire timidly withdrew from the way of your gaze like a child caught at stealing apples I gave voice to the rain to sing a malicious song But you sent those small teeth and red lips of yours to smile and my rain heated, in steams of longingness melt and what fierce longingness, Love what stupid longing I got furious and snapped the little finger from my right foot thunder and lightning swept the sky from north to south but your little husky angel song, made my thunder silent and lightning cry Honey, how much my evil doings seem to love you It may be just because I …
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