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BOY by Omotayo Awoyemi
Poor boy, Drowned in himself; In a lake of something familiar, he Drowned in hormones. A few strings to his thing, and Nightlong spell of Venus, He's fit to swim, but he, Egret! All-white soul, didn't know That his regret was with Margret In her downside pouch, So they held hands, locked