II. Financial Accounts.
The situation at red eye lazarus
provoked a gigantic stand off.
"I thought you borrowed those
shorts from one of the other girls."
That's okay. For the purest of soil
may also be mistaken for a kiss.
This is her hour to cut scallions.
The great scorpion of mistrust
lovingly satiated by the hilltops.
Your kitten heel delightedly
leaves scars all over my chest.
Here we have come into contact with
a different kind of masseuse. No, not
Julia the masseuse with tiny hands.
Or that masseuse who was also a dancer
with mistrust for all of us. That the South
ought to be adored for it's insects
and lies is a grand sacrifice.
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