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Graser Poems - Poems about Graser


Steak and Wine
...we are eating the speed in the lim- b of a graser the clotted blood fear of the bulging eyes, of the rib raw very rare tender loins blowing coals of an open fire grilled fermented purple g......

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Categories: graser, allegory,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things