subterranean sunburns
Hello Reader,
We are here in a beautiful Friday night under a crescent moon.
The weather is calm, leaves are falling and nature is preparing to sleep to re bloom once again..
harvest time is here and we are all enjoying the last quarter of the year
we have our now and we have our love
we cherish our now by celebrating our love
gifted to us by our beloved
Inanna...
we celebrate her and her gift to humanity Love
with a poem and an environmentally friendly nude...
alone hiss Atlantean, every horde was bloody seventeen enlighten
deciphering the megaliths of the faves, land in fair algorithm
philosophe hours and catastrophe blues and shanty heir, fakeness boo
the lonely love' bing wildcat was hot but not seen, kitten hiss voodoo
burrough sour collection, heartache, subterranean sunburns, shy babe serpentinised too
King H. Ironson
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