The Lone Whisperer
Alone,
in peripheral solitude, without glory
nor fame to flaunt---Ernest the whisperer, serenading
the sweetness of the gentle wind.
The scent of a naked lady
engulfed him, with a pinkish smile
and he wishes…
for your ultimate return.
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