love poem to no one.
fuck in a haze of strychnine valor
you are my channel path route
to decadent squalor
scrawl erotics on your pulsing navel
look down your body at my face,
a lurid sable. Now to draw a tongue up your leg
atrail of bread I will steal it and after given
never find my way back
twirl in black and vertigo...
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