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Feliks Derbarmdiker
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SHORTAGE(S)
My telephone lacks ring
My pen lacks movement
My hand lacks touch
My heart lacks feeling
My shifting stroll lacks grace
My spine, bent double --- lack of burden
Yet not erect
No lust
No lust
No benign lusty glance
Just words, not empty, filled with all the essence
But where is that lusty, pornographic glance,
Delivering the wanted blows?
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