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Слушать(AI)The Anatomy of Angels
Angels inhabit love songs.
But they’re sprites not seraphim.
The angel that
Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits, stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended,and was adept at wrestling.
She wore a cobra like a girdle.
Yet his bonemending he spent some several tedious weeksmarking the bed they’d shared, with a great stone.
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