will I get a new face in time
to build it up and call it mine
to see the river, swim the shores
to find myself surrounded by
the lifelong sweat of whores

to dream the dream of pleasure and pain
to see the world as it is again
she lays beside me, perspiration
flowing from her brow, wanting,
needing me to show her how
but, what do I know
just a lowly
boy am
I
but I will try

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