Is your Art
Sometimes I feel damned to live out the rest of my days
As sport
In love with Ludus
His gaze ~
Drooling like a thirsty beast
For a single scrap of divine meat
What do you do to me
And with the flair of a single
Pinky
You break me
Like a horse
And I am yours
We were wild once
on all Fours
I hear you
and I remember your name
The most subtle sound
Is your game
I remember your name
your Art
And I can never rise above
Your sport
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