I played the part of the man and ejaculated onto the page these vein thoughts of mine, this throbbing headache of disease that permiates my existence like a festering wound of mind<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’d much rather be the woman, womb open and waiting for the semen from heaven, vestal virgin of the \u0398\u0395\u039f\u03a3<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But alas, the divine \u03a9\u03a6\u0391\u039b\u039b\u0395 never came, it’s sweet ambrosia, the nectar of life itself, died in my hands<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How long must I suffer this doing, before I join \u03a0\u0391\u039d in the Eleusinian dance?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I fear it may never be enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I played the part of the man and ejaculated onto the page these vein thoughts of mine, this throbbing headache of disease that permiates my existence like a festering wound of mind I’d much rather be the woman, womb open and waiting for the semen from heaven, vestal virgin of the \u0398\u0395\u039f\u03a3 But alas, the … <\/p>\n