Kelly Springer
Empty canvass.
Your periscope
Will never
reach my center.
Unless I attribute
Your Felix and
such ridiculousness.
Silly am I?
Well perhaps
It is my unrepairable
Libido now.
And the elderly
Weep while I partake
In sinfulness.
But of course,
we are of the
Thirdkind.
And indeed
A swing-set
Cannot fix this.
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