my poetry, — [it has no words]
but feelings and emotions
[and eyes] [and jaws] [and skin]
[and pulse] [and blood] [and soul];

my poetry, it is a being, — [it lives],
[it cries], [it smiles], [it bleeds],
[gets thirsty and gets hungry],
[it's free and prisoner at once];

my poetry is going up and down,
[it sings and dances, and it draws];
[it's what one wants and even more],
[it sneezes, whistles and it sails];

my poetry is virgin and is vampin'
[it pleases any pleasant pleased];
[it's sin and innocence], [it's wolfing]
it's animal of you, it's sensual of me.

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