Mustn’t I
revamp my
worn-out vices,
so as not to lose
my human form?
As it stands,
the task is daunting,
the glory halls
of phantom blondes
are silent,
I hear only
silent calls
while moonlight,
good old moonlight
rubs me raw.
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Publicerad 2022-07-20 01:48