A Living Corpse Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

A Living Corpse



Counts die; then water dries;
Erection falls; then passion struggles.
Lust still lives with lips dry.
Voyeur fills. Else a living corpse.

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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