Now a celibate crime,
wanders within the trash,
into insanities mind…
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Sex within a thought,
abstaining into time,
we’re drifting, Mr. Frost…
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Cruising clouds, selfishly
suspiciously, falling gloom,
mother nature’s, chemistry..
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In following, a distant felony,
in their erotic, passionate, dream..
Misplacing, the death penalty!..
Like, reach into your,
deep, deep holly pockets,
an donate!
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