poem: master the magic for half a whole hour

master the magic for half a whole hour
waiting for later’s fantastical powers
oozing with juices yet smelling of flowers
shocking to say as we’re all skipping showers
pumping out poems in flavour quite dour
flooding my facehole with candies sweet-sour

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