Different Styles Of Labia

Words From the bottom of the hole in the wind

Oh fir
proud cleric of a millennial order, you lie in the air that you

proud that among your branches
trap the wind and hope
listen!
To you I must confess: I
Now, here, is nothing.
And the wind blows stronger. Farewell
fir tree you're not already, but just remember

and your needles
more leaves but pins, in my soul.
Oh, how I could be happy ...