All I want is to be an echo, to pass, and disappear the next moment, oh what a dream, to not be necessary, to be dependent, on a lost hope, a ghost with a generic line, a function with a script, an agent Smith, a hint of a joke, that no one ever got, a war and a tower, and all those who ignored it, a feisty virgin, mourning all that he can’t have, a value building, and an instant achievement, whatever, the moon and the side I''ve chosen, what does it mean to not be a virgin, within, serving the queen, to be an Indian, a genie, and to learn magick, a lifetime of work, heaven and forty virgins, whatever, a joke, imps and a bunch of laughter, a poem that’s lasted too long, hoping for a place to settle, a poet and his hours, experience points, and hoping to be a musician, why, Fillipinos and battle gongs, a collectible, whatever, the shape of you, perfect as you are, what if innocence was real, then bend me over and fuck me, yeah baby, you can be my mommy, an inclination, a dirty uncle, the sun and the moon, a ball and a roulette table, eternities, where will it land, what does it matter, a cup of spirits, what can it contain, the vast expanse of space, the hope of children, a corpse, yearning for sleep, zombie sex, collectibles, and a bunch of nerds, life and love, whatever, goblins and Hermes, journeys, a flowing river, and your mom’s butthole, peaking through the door, your daughter’s panties, she’s just like her mother, dreams, a hint of something real, so much cum, what were you thinking, the sins I’m bearing, I’m sorry, I’m just a poet, and I couldn’t do it without her…


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