POETRY if it is to be just the weird old empathy
where the colony has safe breathing holes
Just kill me now
I want the Eagle claws out Steal Ganymede
He wants to fuck him while he cries.
There's a term for this fetish on Mt. Olympus.
Look how much he is of the tribe...
Hot, left squabbled in the myth.
The simplicity of the father's ghost
and cry. Yes, it is the Tribe...
The gorgeous cauldron, wife Hera's Tone
Sleep and my coat, my lover be.
Swan girls. With superpowers they are bored shitless
say they hate this retropunk
I'm tired of the polite death of the boylove
They sing and illumine what is much younger & melodic than this
gay daddy Mt. Olympus mousetrap boy ritual
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