Men are like octo after pussy
squealing and pealing
a rampart Debussy
one thing on their minds
Cyclops sucking in to win
warm water harbouring
harpoons in a whale
from head to tale
denying while they fail
frail and stumbling
crumbling decay
and yet relief
found in silk hands bound
with tender comfort play
again
dropping the blinds
with tar in their minds. M
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