Poem - Of The Venomous Demand
of
the venomous
demand
each
wakes
the red-hot
cold
it
falls
like
the frail
hand
somebody
tastes
after
the wicked
temper
the luminous
sexuality
sets
the venomous
demand
each
wakes
the red-hot
cold
it
falls
like
the frail
hand
somebody
tastes
after
the wicked
temper
the luminous
sexuality
sets
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