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    Len Gurts Practises Too (Also Precious)

    Where is my second coming (but I did try
    my hardest!) who does not need
    to write or read
    any of this
    anymore? Who knows
    and provides, not only in smut, but in touch,
    reality, the fall?

    Imagine if she didn’t
    care about rhymes, too! Heavenly. Only

    saw me on the bus, pulled me off,
    lifted my hood

    and flicked the grabless tuts off my chinny-chin-chin
    as we got raptured and smushed.

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