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mxolisi dolla sapeta
and so you say
i masturbate in deserted cathedrals
to relieve my haunted hidden conscience
from the anxious eyes of the children
my stand is shaking as a man
i stumble in my dreams
a walking contradiction
self-distracted
i am not to be trusted
i wet my bed in the unforgiving hours
i sleep with tender infants
rejected by their pregnant mothers
who impose their thirst on rich perverts
i protect my weak stand with constant lies
that i was born and raised with a dozen kittens
inside a wooden suitcase
in a cheap motel in southend
that my only toy as a child
was the hairy penis of an alien neighbour
the result of my small brains
a victim for blind sex
in the dark quick alleys of the makeshift neighbourhood
i will die grinning with a fat distorted belly
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