Men
In time so free
Ideally reeling in the stream
So sets the past to its brim
Of light surpassing and grasping
The nature of divinity
Also lays the case for function
In hands so steady is absolutely ready
To disclose the form of beauty
So really necessary to continue
Is the disguise you use over me
Shadowing me as a failure
Won’t come to much you say
As you stare at my chest.
This is how I view you.

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