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HIS LIMBO
Little boy with breeze blows
gone bimbo
Into another limbo
Vapid in the void flex
shows only the flat fields
of white sheets stained
untrained in abstract pleasures
un-obtainable
Love
Gamed in gloom one can assume.
Return to the womb
Your first tomb
Maybe new blood will vain valid in stream
so you won't spurt out another duplicate dream
All your unborn children's doom
Carbon copy corpses
You're copulating cocks in night's gleam
Down by the docks
the place onion-paper-people stock hope
hopping up dirt roads
Lust is priced higher and is disguised
For love
you know nothing
except the jump Jack jokes
with a devilish poke and
Where are your friends
In the end
where you left them
As an ass kissed your hole.
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