Where do you go when every room is empty / and every space seems full / the far side where there are no living / why is there so much chatter here / where everyone is undressed / and complications slide into obscurity /it grabs your crotch and make you scream /in between desperation and pleasure /take it down and show yourself / in a satirists pen moulding the papers journey /c’mon lets gain some momentum here /and do not fear that fear has lost it’s sting . Azab
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