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If music be the food of love.

If music be the food of love. Thursday, June 08, 2006. A Desire in the Bangles. A desire is in the girls bangles. First they will break on his bed. Then on the threshold of his house. But why on the threshold? Because in the girl there is a woman. Mourning who is not yet. But a widow to be. The girls fear throbs in her veins. As far as her bangles. The girls desire throbs in them. The girls mourning throbs in them. Where is the girls man. For whom mourning runs in her veins. Her man is caught.
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If music be the food of love. Thursday, June 08, 2006. A Desire in the Bangles. A desire is in the girls bangles. First they will break on his bed. Then on the threshold of his house. But why on the threshold? Because in the girl there is a woman. Mourning who is not yet. But a widow to be. The girls fear throbs in her veins. As far as her bangles. The girls desire throbs in them. The girls mourning throbs in them. Where is the girls man. For whom mourning runs in her veins. Her man is caught.

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