seven digits

Annoyed by frustrations, torn by feelings, twisting; Rod, sod, lawd, Maude, cod, plod, mod, pod, god, Deus, Dei, Gott, Wolfgang. Shaken to the top to kick the last nail in, I heard you let that little friend of mine, the kind of legs that put stockings out of business so pick up the telephone, dial the seven digits in disguises no one knows, but then I know it’s growing stronger, I only wish I had the strength to let it show.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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