Salient Satyr Scrunching

eyes etched eerily
in mystic mists
of taunted tracks
drooling death damped
felon feet fostering
hoisted spree heaving

salient satyr scrunching
locked laced lips
in hankering hymns

saucy smirk blushed
zeal cold-blood cupped
punctured pleck dumped

lusty limbs lurching
topsy-turvy twain tumbling.
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Note A disorder

Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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