If for every drop of semen
I throw
she was here,
things would be different, more real
,
more vivid.
But Onan is a miserable
crying
solo in a room away
.
Take a cloth,
dries tears,
and laughs bitterly. Austerity
love,
this vacuum, the groan
is a pitcher
breaking every moment
droplet
winter.
A sigh,
a torrent
all
has been released. Nabor
Rachowsky
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