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  • Pimp (poem)

    Pimp (poem)

    Share “Pounds for my starlets!” So says the dancing man capillaries crimson sweating through his woolen disguise Slow rolls his shameless tender this damp existence estranged; wheezing walk through charcoal fog threshold broken, light the lamps Naked now, nothing surrounds vulnerable charlatan, a crease in...

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