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I saw the morning dew betwixt thine thighs As I removed my source of Grecian power As if King Midas dared to touch the skies Upon thy body fell a golden shower Thy body's temples, two church bells had rung Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed The sun had set, thy set with wary hung I thought, "How black a night and blue a lode" I said, "What light through yonder ****** breaks? It is the yeast" And now my belly's yellow My pole gives cause to storms and earthy quakes But 'tis not massive, I am no Othello And when that final moment came to pass Like Christ I came-a riding on an ***
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
Sonnet 155 (Bo Burnham)
I saw the morning dew betwixt thine thighs As I removed my source of Grecian power As if King Midas dared to touch the skies Upon thy body fell a golden shower Thy body's temples, two church bells had rung Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed The sun had set, thy set with wary hung I thought, "How black a night and blue a lode" I said, "What light through yonder ****** breaks? It is the yeast" And now my belly's yellow My pole gives cause to storms and earthy quakes But 'tis not massive, I am no Othello And when that final moment came to pass Like Christ I came-a riding on an ***
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
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