|I Get It|
| As I read the book, |
I realized why she loved me.
She was my Lydia,
and I was her Bukowski. . . .
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|More Than Just This|
| So far from a white mask on a speaker.|
The holes in the green and tan vans sneakers.
And as a result, my libido lacks.
Cumming sans you is only half a climax. . . .
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