Qassim haddad biography of martin

No one knows stone like me.
I seeded it in the fetus of the mountain,
and I reared it on blossoms of metal.
It grew like a walking child
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Qassim haddad biography of martin

A body grants flirtation room for delights.
There is no pulse unless we are there
We caress the desire in the paradise of night and we fill the jar with silver.
A body is capable of dueling and attacking
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I saw you in a body where stallions moan
and from whose arms storms emerge.
Abandoned to sighs
trampled by fillies with the whinnying of desire
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Friends
weave their new rags
in a morning with a missing sun.
Their bodies convulse, and their fingers are caught in
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He put his paw in the lake
like one dipping a quill in a well of words…
He wasn't of reed,
nor has Love a thing to grant:
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Welcome Rider
Highwayman
ragged with hunger and cold
frightened by winds
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I gave her the history of the water and saw the plants take the blame for their grandchildren.
In her loneliness I planted