Love i
In thoughts skewed by by reason
Before the footprint the thing to walk
.obscure. though heart is one
Beyond subtraction it with various incarnations slights through then through is not enough nor trousers well sown to skin I naked naked naked. Embrace the stench of love not its ever angled dildo. Its sleek angel of buzzing tumoirs and iridescence.
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at least it made me smile, because me and my mum were just talking about reiteration in poetry.
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