Illustrious phallus! Therein procreation, the urge for a bedfellow,
To yearn for the delight and gnaw not bashfully,
Seeking the unfound renascent song, faithful-song,
Gross poems like lemon to the mouth,
Seeing the wetness of wood, lapping leaves, perfect motionless or no,
A lying form, tremulous and ashamed of its divinity arouse this mystic whisper,...
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