photo softly lit of delicate greenish white orchid roots creeping and growing across textured wood surface

is fan service. you who are about
to read, please understand. he will be born
the dirtiest ever poem — a thrusting savior
delivering so many ins and outs.

our she-body-battle is hare to meet Rocky.
his being a-lie-high-hive — abs flashing
in gold lamé underwear — running

mascara like horses. out-of-bounds
kissing, destination sen-
sa-si


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O Socrates —
which i was —
as he says

how do you thrust into —
were you saved from out of the battle?

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ὦ Σώκρατες
δ᾽ ὅς

πῶς ἐσώθης
ἐκ τῆς μάχης

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