As my lover looked right I
took her her left
a drunk her sour skin was
repulsion in my palm enthralled
when she swayed again those
stumps of thighs I
called them beautiful as she
follows me past the Thenes, Rourk and Marquin,
I hold her smellingly close
Again check my pulse I turn her eyes
and make her laugh I
am not in control
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