kissed inhibition goodbye. she blankly stared,
understandably scared. in some cellar of
celibacy she yielded to me. framed my poetry.
but the well's drying up now. crapshoot for the
crown. blood, a dry sponge morale. not one red
page. dreams plead rage. she blew the conch of
my consciousness. my futile distress call. up
in the downfall. but the well's drying out now.
crapshoot for the crown.
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