A dream of nothing come dawn
Written by SydneyWaffles
This work was last updated May 15, 2020
I wake up to smell the roses
but it's thrown in my face
as lacking nothing imposes
a genital disgrace.
And when water runneth over
I can't be left unscathed,
and so that's why on harder days
i'm rarely ever bathed.
This old tunnel's got an exit,
a glowing neon sign.
in spite of this I can't admit
this place is hardly fine.
So I look on at this twilight,
and hope it soon be gone,
i've prayed to god most every night
for shining yonic dawn
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