What melted my hoarfrosted infancy? What dehumidified the adolescence, Distilled the juvenilia from my sultry memory? How many times will my hair Be scythed by the terrible pair? Where is the petal I buried in my diary? Who looked up a word in my dictionary, And stained a red fingerprint on it? How many times were rosy nails Dyed for the skin-deep males? Who sharpened my new pencil? Where is my bitter root, The angry green bamboo shoot? How many times my beautiful malice Will erect the ugly penis? Who shot me from the embrasures of the century? I assassinate myself with A stumble bullet. -- http://www.wretch.cc/blog/kamadevas\ --

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