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mxolisi dolla sapeta
all men
i said to the barman wear me out
and give me another
the door creaked open as she finally walked in
right when my liver started to rot
her footsteps ground a shrill deep in my wallet
where i violate my gloom
every morning at about four o’clock
running away from the loud snoring of her pussy
and its endless spout of dead semen
scented with cheap alcohol
long after the rants and screams
of the vulgarity she carries in her pouch
her fingernails marked vigorous trails
that covered my body like a street tattoo
and I wane under the thunder of her footsteps
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