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Jenny

Beneath the man is a lucid vagina,
Censored  in thick debris of fur.
Death in the midst of its debris is a glory
Non should behold.

A boy in all certainty,  girl deep beneath.
Alas, I swirm, nothing in life is real,
But  the squirting sound of an orgasming  she male.

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Lost Wind

Love Adored
 Love Yearned for
 love, a brother's in return

 A past so magnificent
 the stars cant compare.
 Glittering moments fills my thinking.
 a past i just knew i had

 A future so bleak i wish id never wear.
 colorless robes i envision,yearning for warmth

 Alas i stand,
 like a flowing river moving so far from the banks
 coursed to a void

 A past i just knew i had,
 a future so bleak.
 love! a brother's in return.

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Alibi

Memory in hand and pen agape
The allusions flow freely
I’d start in abit.

The rigours of stages in life
Is a farce I am yet to comprehend
I’d write

A time saddled with burden of innocence
So lavished.

The peer’s shadows looms over
Lost in the crowd of our thoughts
Envy is measured.
	
In maturity confusion is eminent
At a point nothing is pleasing
Efforts become so vague, we end partying in graves
At peace with everything but ourselves.

In strangers strides, memory at hand fades.

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Threshold

Burst into that tight cleavage
In search of a dept non had reached before,
In a darkness so sweet and embracing
Pumped up, with vigor the thrusting continues
An endless wave of moans drowns the background

Yes! Id hit edges and probably bruise
Yet I persist
A lingering joy awaits in accomplishment.

In what seemed like seconds of eternity
I arrive, a boyish smile preceding
An arrival met with utmostly great enduring pleasure.

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Closet

a victim of the multiple offences
of this world, a few I share guilt
others I own innocence, 
devoid of edges of any sort.

My burden is one of insides
I have grown into a man I must look down on.
Institutions drove me here

Sitting, reminiscing on a past
Seeking its entry in the present
There is non.

I turn to love
A deceitful constant in my existence
It always failed, my constant failure

I scream to family a pill to my woes 
Its dosage never sufficient
Shadowed disease’s victory ever in sight

I look to tears
Ease my lingering burden 
But my tears is a coward 
I have learned to respect

My one true offense is a gift
Of nature

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Mist

I pierced through a rubble of emptiness
And  came out with a baked ice.

Encouraged by my loot, I journeyed 
To the land of nothingness,
There I built a castle made of shadow
Glorious  in its see through walls.
There I dwell a King to myself.