Break the fake stake of the lake snake
That throws troubled Sesame seeds and grows gangrenes whose needs
Between you and the mistake
You perceive to receive feeds
Born and torn in scorn
Inflicted and predicated on division and derision
Unprecedented and scented in the morn
By stealth and dearth whose fusion
At a jaded joint juxtaposes
Rubbish and a feeble fetish
Together with other causes
Whose rancid results furnish
Further reasons in a sick season
To widen the chasm
Between you and I because treason
Seems to deem it fit to object to an odious orgasm.
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