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Yora’s Poetober I: Satisfactory

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I bow to a stage
Greeny rock called life
Creaky eyes and voiceless voice cease to breathe
It is indeed an empty cage
Painful indeed
Confused dearly
Barely open
Clearly broken
White hose and hemp rope
Feels damp and dry
Two of them kissed a neck
Scream of pleasure

Cough, once
Twice, it was warm
But they are drooling
Is that a pee?

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