In the first shade in the dream-realizing bed,
My senses learnt some mystic baths,
As burning corpse in cremation hearth.
My engine with your paddle,
Found opened approval of the occult,
And void -flung, ding dang sang.
As cru fixation of Christ, -world aloud.
Your desertion as forensic expert,
Stirred my mammoth libido,
And I was exposed volcano with no word.
My live-thirst to be a contented quench,
In its trauma wrenched and wrenched,
And your static snake rose through Kundolini.
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