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PROSTITUTION

on Aug. 10, 2009

I lie in the refuge of my Immaturity; for not even the titans may break me there.

I wrote a poem.




I wonder why I get these pains
Deep within my groin
And when my head flocks with thoughts
They travel to my loin.

The fruit that I want to bear
determines my seeds fate
And If I fail to get my lady
I doth not mate

For my saggy underdwellings
Adventure strangles my penis
As I lay I hope that morrow
I will find my Venus