Where does the real poetry
From the armorous sighs
In this moist dark when making love
With form or
Wher does poetry live?
In the eye that says,"Wow wee,"
In the overpowering felt splendor
Every sane mind knows
When it realizes - our life dance
Is only for a few magick
From the heart saying,
"I am so damn
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