Jose Araguz | The Priest’s Sermon in Spring
spring is hissing this flower is a wonderful little engine for that same feeling again perfumed with warm pineapple the priest addresses his flock for a long time, and seriously forget the sky drinking is bitter hope the reason unseen the enlightenment Let go of the knife with a sigh petals shedding from her face who is from the north a singing man neck supple as an owl’s a knockout
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