Comments about Tyler Wilcox
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Theres a poem hidden somewhere
In the rosebud end of a cigarette;
But I can't find it when I try.
I think there's a metaphor in that.
There's a metaphor somewhere in the way
Your coat drops to the floor or the way
You twist and turn like a matador and you
Swirl your cape, like I twirl myself around your sex.