Butter up and wriggle
Panting heavy yelling
Big long wall
Riddled with holes too small
To climb through
Capital letters, loudest voice
All that climbing pleasure, but
When you reach the top
It's not the fear of falling
It's wanting to jump
This poem sucks
S'posed to be 'bout a female climax
S'posed to help
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