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In the hearses of mydamp gateways,crucifying holesA spider web of fluids spreadsbetween your fingersWhileI eagerly lick them off tasting myselfThe tho..
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The trials of love. Sometimes they can tear you apart, transform you... You wake up after the full moon with blood all over you. And you just can't re..
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Satin fabric... wrap my hands, wrap my mouth.You know you want too.To own someoneWhat would you do?No restrictions...And youspit in my face, nothing.Y..
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I don't write poetry...They spell Me,Theylead meto themselves,They are myteachers...Obediently lying down undermy mind,Theycarry wordsfrom somewhere ...
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I like to faint with painAnd feel the weakness in the bodyI don't have that will powerSo I can rebel against youYou are proud, strong, beautiful, calm..
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You asked me to be your nurse.To stitch your scars.ButI am still trying to stitchmine.Youdecide to cauterizeinstead.Risingfrom the flames of my desire..
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