(and from my thighs which shrug and pant
a murdering rain leapingly reaches the
upward singular deepest flower which she
carries in a gesture of her hips)

Author: E.E. Cummings

(and from my thighs which shrug and pant<br />a murdering rain leapingly reaches the<br />upward singular deepest flower which she<br />carries in a gesture of her hips) - E.E. Cummings



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