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    Cecilia Llompart quote. If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine

    If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine

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    wordporn: If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine - Cecilia Llompart
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    Cecilia Llompart quote. I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, white birds

    I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, white birds

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    wordporn: I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, white birds - Cecilia Llompart
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    Cecilia Llompart quote. Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron

    Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron

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    wordporn: Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron - Cecilia Llompart
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    Cecilia Llompart quote. There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time

    There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time

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    wordporn: There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time - Cecilia Llompart
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    Cecilia Llompart quote. That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand

    That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand

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    wordporn: That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand - Cecilia Llompart
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