Am I in a place where I can be eaten, lord knows how women use my reflection, maybe it was also my yearning and desire, but goodness, so much flesh, sweat, and sex, the smell of cum ever-present, such is poetry and debauchery, indulging everything, jumping into the abyss, and swimming around in it, free-flying fish, the world echoes, and the cold hard ground, what sort of beasts are watching, are they enticed, are they masturbating, or driving by hunger, their teeth like blades, give in, give in, in the depths of the sea, lily in the valley, what sort of demons are waiting…

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