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The flavour of her

After the rain on the damp with the dew
And the scent aromatic like sassafras
Where the girl walked bare foot 

the declivity steep
But an effortless jaunt, 

pinnacle to shallow in obstinate manor.
The girl in undress 

through the plaza she rides
Cheers plentiful,

 suitors in abundance

But her eyes fixed hungrily

 awaiting her nemesis.
And all this pluvial,

 the rain her mentor
Her elaborate plan 

a testament to her powers
And as he caressed the flavour of her
Again she became holy in his eyes

Raindampdewbare footgirl

◄ Interlude

There is a hole in the ground ►


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