Is it a sin to self gratify,
Until the lower third eye spits glue
All thru the night
Madly rapaciously lascivious you
Almost desperate to find
Even when we were warned
Likely to go blind
Symptoms of a hairy Palm
When one can't come close
To transcend or feel
The ethereal bliss that glows
In the love made real
And there's no one worth it
To waste such sighs
Is it sinful as unwanted births
or better to self gratify?
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