инцидентна поезия с Бисер

O, my God – Heloise,
Humility is a state of iner beauty.
Clever as a flok of foxes.
With a temper.
How intertaining.
In fact – Abelard fully dedicated him self to philosophy and poetry
after the affair with You.
And lost his masculinity.
The question is –
it is worthed to be entertain by You
with a posibility of loosing our balls ?

“The beauty of Your presence fills me with a splendid joy…..”
The love of delectio.

Always …?


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