the tender pervert Tom Tears
peaked behind plants
of bloom and good and hurt
a child beaten to death with
vehement sensitivity
please save me
he would say
i feel too much
and then i feel too little
then the wake of repressions rise
he stands behind a flowering tree
whipping the one he fucks and
not understanding why its not love
and that he is only nude in a mirror of distorting.
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