Penis

My eyes fight to shield me from the dark With my last waking nerve I think of wrong and right How much I want to be a good person Why the devil is so fond of using me as a pawn when clearly I am a queen Or at least I'm trying to be I can go anywhere I want but not like a knight For I am not chivalrous enough The tides of disease will rush in to take you But I will not move a muscle for I am grounded from moving in the way of an L... As in Love

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