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here's mine today!

I have eyes made magnetic by some angle wise,

and a cheek like a flail,

set in a fitful-flush-flutter'd face,

sat atop a swelling pigeon breast,

from which extend hands that take,

that flank man-balls and man-root,

all borne on tense, shuddering thighs

and unknown feet.

I am naebody's lord.