poem for the depraved
A poem for the depraved
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God help me contain
These feelings called depravity
For if exposed
Would fall
Under disgusting weight of gravity
God help me refrain
From bleating inner thoughts
For if vocal my revelation
then roll on spectator sport
Disgusting images.
lustingĀ meninges
Struggling to contain
This motley moat of cerebellum
yielding to the strain
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Francine
Tue 19th May 2009 22:39
Tu sais t'exprimer si bien : )