Middle Age Woes
Thick mass of a thigh,
veins the colour of ripe figs,
like a banquet spread on gelatinous
terrain, a network of pain interlinked,
a web, a swell of deep violet agony.
My body throbs for my attention again.
veins the colour of ripe figs,
like a banquet spread on gelatinous
terrain, a network of pain interlinked,
a web, a swell of deep violet agony.
My body throbs for my attention again.
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