anxiety and worry · couplet · Dramedy · free verse · lust and desire · Parody · poetry

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My beautiful Annie, my lovely my dear.

I thought you were so near,

Yet Polly of my positivity.

Lured you here.

Just to tell you,

You need to suck,

She will blow

at least on my end.

My mind gets laid,

While the body is frailed.

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