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May 2022
You burned me up
  in your bonfire of
  the white hot fury
  of gasoline love.
  Real love is lost
  when lust is queen
  man or beast anything
  with a hole in between.
  With internet **** I howl
  alone at the full moon
  spill my seed in tissue wait
  for another shot at noon.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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