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Hibernation

Muse has neither gone limp In me like a manhood At the peak of its use Nor did my pen run dry Like Esisi tributary in dry season. It was only a period of hibernation To prepares my wits For the coming season. Now my pen is erect As if you were a naked maiden Ready to ejaculate seeds of fire Inside every open heart Just the way Muse Have been doing in me.

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