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but O MOMMY thank you for the blest incest of FirstYear which happily did me queer,

When then the BangBig Genesis, sperm2egg, was I of note zygote, woman.awhile till the Y o Y did I, androgenic sink toward as you can see something to p standingly. That Judge, Chaos, no matter my felt loss threw the Dice deviced to make a man of me. Yet She in me wanted a-back reborn Paradise where OnceAgain MyWoman reigned. Mother from whose grotto I gotta emerge in 3 trimesters, preferred the pee wee wee as the prisoners do in male's jail, but O MOMMY thank you for the blest incest of FirstYear which happily did me queer, and too your girling polish red bledcolor co-ed on these fingertips, the Bliss KNOWING WELL ALL ALONG that scarlet toes and tips to the KinderKind WomanKind best belong; THEN with milk and mom-mammology Boobs grew on me PRIDE protruded abreast. . . The Rest, I guess I overgloss to look the soft She and sweet to pass as Lass, Ma'am notably mammary to all who me-do-greet. Now in State Hallowed the curse does begin to end for I have left penitently the Penitent...
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women here a Parliament of Birds

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  I hear. The women here a Parliament of Birds,  to heed, as a-tweeting kibbutz; Yes, Sis, listen, the girls chat; beyond that No Thing is, the men then must absent, assent to the tone's tint of the plethora of Momma's at the Well, gossip out a perfect Law, so's Maws rule! Miracle! I am allowed, chestedly confessedly how now cow to Be and Being Free of masculinity to this point where freed of seed, milk's ilk the better breeds me as Fem, as She also tweeting in me.
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Say you freeze your staff stiff, @50Below&

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Say you freeze your staff stiff, @50Below& North's NewYears' Cheer, yer Chum's rum don't do and <happenstance being non-identical to chance> take a break YouCan, Man, and then with the glands, O BabyMaker! . . . What meat for the Wolves to eat Can'tBeatIt! @ 51.742296 Lat,-96.9996542 Long; Epipany this Kiss is a pre-Sissy had, Glad Tidings, No Thing Now hinders surrender of his to Hers in MotherAnotherSpectre's Universe my making mammary sissy missy as-this verse, Let Us Curse! For prey-er we do worse as to eat the treats, them meats falling from the hearse of Joe Hovah's JesusChurch, when winter enters FrozenBone moonless black as Aurora Electric Xmas us has shown.  
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I love to see me, mammary; too less-true I love the be-littler critter at lower altitude, O Soft waft, hardly seen so

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 I love to see me, mammary; too less-true I love the be-littler critter at lower altitude, O Soft waft, hardly seen so 'tween. I love inwardly outwardly the Girls and gurl a-growing showing on once-boy now-buoyed. Embody! Damn! The frightened men'd STRUT who now'n again cut or de-nut or for a phun dead-i-fy a trannie with stiff Glockgun do sport, Sport, OF the-Club clubs for man hood,   TheBatOfBaseballs which&who beats Belles black&blue such that I, this-androgny-me, shunning leftovers, masculinities,  get behaved as praytell PunishmentPapa pummels paddling the Queer he reared, disobediently dressing kin, Kid, dressily pantily and brafully-- teaches'm lesson-- don't it? . . .'bout them bras on boobs dudes' construed like me, we Total Sissies!
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and asking just the same Interrogative of any body

 Hurting bones down there in the SoWhat and asking just the same Interrogative of any body I get up; nevertheless without rest the Prose Pain the PoetKiller <who never liked me liking my gurl> in the Air just as the clocknonevent relents not at all. So here, all along and by O YES Self Spite the Night Nihility and I are in this Trench fighting it out, the brawl for Mammary Muse that's. . . No Genesis is Word; my limp lyric spurred unheard the Absurdity that some How a Bible, as all I need indeed copy meets my angry body the Any yes who will not bless a Jesus who'd not tryst with Magdalene Heaven's Queen. Rage. I wage a What and Sex that make manifestos menstrual wax.
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The Other Night when Rilke was gay luver buoy I felt one of his Angels, a really dead angel give me a feel

 The Other Night when Rilke was gay luver buoy I felt one of his Angels, a really dead angel give me a feel down in the Place; I thought then of my days and ways when BeautifulBlack pushpull WHOOSH a head MEANT. Now, just before I bed on the floor mat ters like wind's ideas FOR GIVE a little just piddlin around y'know before stubborn dreams of this time's this night's  pick up THOUGH INVITED does not cum how cum, Dwarf, dost thou morph?
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The fit, that's It, to feel the full of DCup near running over; I, gurl, unfurl and Girlfriends

 The fit, that's It, to feel the full of DCup near running over; I, gurl, unfurl and Girlfriends allaround abound. Love your dress, love those earrings, love the way you love to say I love you and then climax cot-wise; few of my ilk milk; I do I do and death do me part if aught I depart from womanly art.
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