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“He is life's liberating force.
He is release of limbs and communion through dance.
He is laughter, and music in flutes.
He is repose from all cares -- he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows of ivy-cool sleep.”
He is release of limbs and communion through dance.
He is laughter, and music in flutes.
He is repose from all cares -- he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows of ivy-cool sleep.”
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Dionysus1572581 · M
Soy tu vivo retrato madre
Dionysus1572581 · M
Esos días quedaron atrás, preciosa
SW-User
Salió a mí, menos en lo borracho. (?)
A1572646 · F
En realidad no comía como tal. Me alimentaban con una pasta extraña inyectada a mi cuerpo, casi nada lo saboreaba con la boca, solo mi propia sangre.
Dionysus1572581 · M
Puedes tener las que quieras ¿qué comías en Tártaro?
A1572646 · F
Pero yo no fui, bueno sí... Tú las dejaste por ahí y yo tenía hambre (?)
Dionysus1572581 · M
Te las acabaste preciosa, pero vamos por más [?]
A1572646 · F
Bonita corona de hojas. Te hace falta ponerles tus uvas.
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