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For Bob Dylan
The dampness exemplifies the credence unspoken and unnamed whilst dripping and sweating unmasked the pain And all the while her body lay there weeping his watchful eye and her pussy cat lay there sleeping Deep, deep in the depths of his mind throttled the shaft and rode her unkind Not in an attempt for love but for feeling he touched her but not comforting nor sincerely As aroused as she was her time was really near to lay there so poised yet in motionless fear Perhaps twisting inside in a round-about way a jab or a kiss from his puppetry play Taking each life's urgent will brought endless counting of battle from thought A time when his better spent effrontery would have yielded him to her more gallantly Betwixt the calling of the sorrows fixed the moment elapsed and the caution then nixed To heed the call taken upon lustful desire but a treat she begrudged yet so eager to conspire Not a dead end but a rolling hill forward something to ponder, like that which she adored Leaving with a taste of a good love's high dreaming of the day when reality passes you by Time well spent a love not meant Time well lived a story about a kid
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