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Standing idly by 
sometimes in adumbration 
the mire comes to my knees as
she throngs and defiles my woman 
I sink deeper
and yet she is the one I aim to set free
as her woman holds me prisoner
she is swollen with mental lesions
and the physical promise to putrefy
while I 
stand idly by
ingested in the company of her disquiet
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