Title: Valgfritt

Text: But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence! Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad! Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road! Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows and weariness follows, and the infinite ache. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

Save test: Bruk dette hvis du vil dele denne skrivetesten (kun for godkjente brukere).