you stil out there ?
Come the regressions of impairment I sealed myself away from concious thought
The denial of the carnal urges to which all mankind held a key from sin rightfully bought
I cannot concieve more and more the etiquete of interest within the lustful gates by my side
For I fear now that I've lost the consistency to every living being's natural urge they hide
Matters of the flesh are to me rightfully denied with the whim of care
And those whom come to seek it's vantages, it is a curse to which you may share
you stil out there ?
I... I have no idea what that poem means.. This time, you went ten feet over my head I'm sorry to say..
This very once it was less a matter of poetry based on perception but more so an acknowledgement of my incapabilities to find sexuality or natural desire. Some have reflected upon my circumstances and wished they shared in it, I state it as a curse to which I can share no physical companionship.
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