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Anyone Who Shapes
By Constantin von Hoffmeister
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anyone who shapes the woman of future quests behind
is bound to end up stray and fuelled
molded in her lap the skin that touches souls in fear
in midst the storm of fusion clear brained screams abound
when one binding stroke is set to tear a vision apart
to feel the need to dig so deep
set in marble skin the truth abounds but willfully ignored
i glide the thighs of moist invention
and mold the breasts that nullify
in god we trust but salvation is vibration here
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