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| Artwork by Rajesh Misra |
It strikes one aft and
fore
Crave of the flesh tenses
at once
Meekish restraints yield
way before
Thence the virile blow is
but a waste
It strikes two aft and
fore
Cling to the thought
presses like twice
Blankish psyche yearn for
hardcore
Hence fiber alone pays for
the price
Whence did he befallen me?
Him the uglier in all the
angels
And of what his purse has
to be?
Frightened am I unlading
his fambles
Motion waker entice the
hand
Below ground is the rover
mind
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