It's not that I suffer from satyriasis,
that I'm a goatfooted faun
running after nymphs
with their bountiful
bouncing fruits,
but all this death
and suffering, these torn
cold bodies of innocents across
continents, demands an antidote
of life, warm bodies to embrace.
06.06.2024
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