P. S. Burton
	"Sex" Gin does wonders to the soul. Helps to make my body whole Panties fly of pink and red— And I sit and stare and wish of glee But receive a amber lily dead, to think of life, to think of me. Dream away this sorrows day. Am I happy in a way? Drink from cups of cupids piss, And a share this verse inside a kiss; Down with love, and up with lust. In the night, in the shadow—trust In smoking lungs, and drumming heart Of the land, in me, far apart I wish, and wonder if I could—flee. I think of trying to get to me. I sit and stare, and wish of glee. I take a day, and wish a day, Am I happy in a way?

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