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Obsolete Old Saddlebag
Neath the cold moon's larder
an obsolete old saddlebag.
No longer primetime,
of a hermaphrodite.
From the ghetto's stiletto
mascara dressed in fate.
A circumcised blind date
in whalebones and garter.
Goth red rose obscurity
dripping semen's ardor.
Neath the cold moon's larder,
bitter butter from the udder.
an obsolete old saddlebag.
No longer primetime,
of a hermaphrodite.
From the ghetto's stiletto
mascara dressed in fate.
A circumcised blind date
in whalebones and garter.
Goth red rose obscurity
dripping semen's ardor.
Neath the cold moon's larder,
bitter butter from the udder.
Published 4th Nov 2023
| Edited 5th Nov 2023
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