There is a torture that plagues the heart
One that holds up my design
God says I can handle it,
Pukes it into my mouth
Then sends me to battle

On occasions I fall to one knee
Thinking of duplicating the movement
I stiffen my back
And take on more blows

(Intercourse is a) word
We attach only one meaning to

drug
I take daily
The repeated strike of emotion
Angles unknown

Soaked

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