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Alleviating discomfort of diddly-squat, 
I swill rum with nightly sediments.
With my runaway pen on paper I scribe, 
Chilling verses of diddling-twat.

In fashion of long-ago scribblers,
A soliloquy, my erotic aria. 
Like a ghost of poetic persuasions, 
Cellos of cherubs hissing curses.

The prose of Adagio, I define,
Aura of the ivy, writ of love. 
Like sighs crooning in distance, 
Dripping on font of cunt. 

Seductions of the mind, I confess,
For the eyes and soul to digest.
Masturbation's opera and quotations,
Stroking stanzas of translation. 

On stage of desk, I ramble my thoughts,
Sequestered between cracks in my sanctity 
As dark becomes dawn of my fortune,
Chilling verses of diddling-twat.
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