it is getting dark
the flesh well used
shall soon take its
needed rest, the mind
tamed and put well
positioned inside the
skull has given up
into surrender what
lewd thoughts it had,
and the heart,
felt the goodness of
it all, not denied, not
suppressed, it got what
it really wanted,
soon this body steadies
as the strong temple of
my spirit, finding finally
the solution of this long
day's confusion: it is
all hormonal, and once
excreted what excesses are
there, peace finally
reigns.
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