Sour Libido
It left me sour
the realities
of the hidden
man within
the abode
of every
single soul
in-dweller
Seated on
the high
glorified
lecherous
city debauchery
Attacks even
In every eyes
Closed for a
Sleep and mess
up sour libidos
You may not
Understand it
But it is a sour
Thing indaboski
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