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The Fecund Morbidity of Twilight's End

One almost perfect holiday
Not wanting to take it all for granted
To all you great ones, I drink to life
That sparkle, in your micro-dot eyes

You lead me, I drag your plough
Our plough, head down, push on
Through incredulous dreams, yours & mine
Thank the host again, let it shine

Neither of us asked for nothing
She teased me, double-negatively, again
And how I loved her delight
In life, maybe even in me

Fucking voodoo spells, I was gone, magnificently
She smiled, cool cat eyes, purring again
Thought me curious, entertaining, fun, there's a word
One less syllable than pizza

Having narrowed things down
She immediately sought action
I let her down again
Slept through it all

Snored very loudly, allegedly
I blame those university monitors, personally
I blame everything, except me
Eat my excessive fill, live, gravitationally
Written by Spanker
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