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prison sex was simpler when i was a boy
bound up n’ gagged n’ gagged up and bound
by lungs and lisps, lips, wrists and tits
up here we fuck garbed in barbs
and the sound echoes
like a thousand gasping, grasping thoughts
up here we twist suspended from hooks
and the truth only hurts if you dare to look down
i choose to let it all bleed out
and pool beneath our gaudy, gaudy boots
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