Once this man told me/
Over a course of one day and one night/
How his world had fallen apart/
And so he went to the underground/
Under the Earth he looked for home
this is for Brian whose thighs were full and met at an ass rising and dusky like the waxing moon soft as prayers and cusses firm as faith the sight of it makes me sure that heaven smells of deepest earth and its gateway in is all covered in brown hairs
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