SAMOYLA Photography

I sing the body electric, 

The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, 

They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, 

And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul. 

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The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, 

That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.