Mary

For what, my lips are silent where the eyes are highly sociable
An early mind trapped in the honey comb weakness
Tell me why the coldest winter brought the warmest rain
Why did Mary still my seed upon her wettest Jane
She nearly licked my tip and rolled me
Sucked my soul and smoked me
I was alive in that moment
My high would fade into the oblivion
I never returned

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