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Requiem To An Orgasm

Lift back your arms
barren and miserable
Night battles these unseen waters
The fear I must face, while in my Ego
the band plays, and you are still here
omnipotent and pouting, mysterious and pure
Of all the Lovers, you wore the best hats
rocking me, softly knitting, moving along

23 Sep 17

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I think the title hurts this one, but it's your gig. Also, I don't know if you can be *in* an ego. Otherwise, well-written and a good read. Thanks
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