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Latino

The cute, lisping leather jacket births from the door like God's only child and coos on the phone to God knows whom. He is the messiah the one we've been waiting for. Beautiful browned skin isn't what the good were expecting But, it is He who takes my breath (with a veiled sashay) He who makes the waters ebb and sway the flowers grow old and our earth shake (as fine bone china plates fall end over end and break) The cute lisping Latino boy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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