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So many rivers to cross
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Kiss me where i can’t see it
buck1234562001:
blood of a poet— cocteau
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it my hand
buck1234562001:
Voyeurs don’t go away; they just get more clever
buck1234562001:
Voyeurs don’t go away; they just get more clever
buck1234562001:
Quiet dear; others are resting
buck1234562001:
poetics
buck1234562001:
Quiet dear; others are resting
buck1234562001:
Where is the blood
buck1234562001:
blood of a poet— cocteau
buck1234562001:
Eye sore
buck1234562001:
Cocteau’s clandestine beau
buck1234562001:
max ernst collage film
buck1234562001:
The naked truth
buck1234562001:
Black white puppet dog
buck1234562001:
A dog puppet
buck1234562001:
To recognize oneself in one’s playthings...
buck1234562001:
seventies album cover
buck1234562001:
cupcake show
buck1234562001:
siesta at the lamb factory.
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fully automated edifice
buck1234562001:
The lamb factory.
buck1234562001:
What’s that mean? A tickle?
buck1234562001:
i made sacrifices for our love
buck1234562001:
a realist is this joan.
buck1234562001:
joan watching the clowns
buck1234562001:
Its his turn even if he is scared.
buck1234562001:
The box of spirits
buck1234562001:
another chip off the old block
