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The hand brushes the backof those perfect nails through my hair;proceeding to grip me tighteryou saythat you want me,even still... ...even after all....
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The girl who never criedshed a thousand tearsfor no-one on particulour.Daddy's 'lil girl met a monster on her pathand beat him till he bledbroken on t..
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4 am rolls in in Paris, but God knows where you are,when I begin to sleep.6 am rolls in in Paris,but I guess you're still a little far,as I begin to w..
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Little sister... ...we can be good... ...get along here... ...or let it die at such a cost.After romanticisms, mystcisms, criticisms, and cataclisms,d..
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Your smoked eyes acknowledged
that I owned you
nailing you to the bed of your own convictions.
Each movement in you
was like an accusation
while ..
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I kissed your back as you slept...
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That sublime union of your body's angled precision
tanned by St. Eustache draws you to my awarness.
Your toes in open aired wonder smile,
and you s..
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After being dry, the wine called again
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Your spine confides in my hand
as from the sheets I lift you into me
as deeply as I am into you.
My other hand wraps around your hair,
no more tha..
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Her atomic structure for a billion years
rolled and tumbled through the void
toward the catastrophy that is I.
Particles charged and ionized within..
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