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Indignant Idolatry 2003-10-09
I shape the air around me Into your image Forming you in my imagination Until I can almost literally see you Sitting next to me I take your visage from my mind And burn it into the empty space beside me I carefully mentally sculpt Every line, every mark, every proportion Down to the last strand of hair I bet that right now As you read this That you're thinking That my purposes for doing so Can only be something Which despite all the sexual maturity That this country has reached Is still horribly taboo But actually, I did all of this Just so I could sing a song to you ~Matt Magus
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