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A 4-Hour Run
My eyes went to the whore
Came out wishing I dug them out before
Those sashaying scanty skins
were threatening to unleash my monsters within
to grope their urchin bodies and then rot forever, not in a sky-high tower,
but in a cramped balcony corner.
You can call them dementors
leeching out every last energy of a man
fending himself in the desolate wilderness.
I wish I saved myself
like you could,
right now.
Came out wishing I dug them out before
Those sashaying scanty skins
were threatening to unleash my monsters within
to grope their urchin bodies and then rot forever, not in a sky-high tower,
but in a cramped balcony corner.
You can call them dementors
leeching out every last energy of a man
fending himself in the desolate wilderness.
I wish I saved myself
like you could,
right now.
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