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worth her heaven
I burped up some shit,
And bragged,
Not out of my ass.
I was left with selective views,
And chose to keep up the walls;
Deciding I had sight.
I stuck my hands in the pants of a blind man,
He warned me,
He could still feel.
Damn, beneath me in two senses.
No, he retorted,
I still listen to all that you closed your eyes to.
He cant hear my response
As he walks away with his calmed happiness.
Because who can be happy
Without someone who wants them to be happy;
Or worse yet,
Has to live with someone who loves him.
Hers reading this overlook the homoeroticism.
Maybe a dick could overlook it
For the softness of pussy.
Pussy, which drives to bigger cities,
And smaller economies.
Who sprinkles on whispered-over water,
But fears everything else
In what should be her kingdom.
Who articulates forgiveness and sin.
Who lives her life
Not quite sure,
Which is godly,
Which should be forgiven,
And which is worth her heaven.
