Degrading Aphrodisiacs Of The Plebian Lifestyle - Poem by Jon Doe
Flux by name as I;
You have begun the rushing.
Such lingering waves of mine, sustained.
As too distained;
Which we’ve begun...
As aliquant inane,
Of mass; bleeding
While We, each of our
We have slain in me...
The grin, of oh so sweetening
As building reductions of the trauma
Inspired many pirouette, awaiting
But drama lit, and left upon torn
Sheets of cloddy bedding
Where I have been so sweetened
By this traumas only deadening
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