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Forked Tongue
Wickedness and splendid sights
Incense burn in scents tonight
Caress the skin with devil's touch
Upon the sounding of the conch
Moaning sighs and wept laments
Beneath the wings of screams spent
Forked tongue lashes the air
And turn ecstasy into despair
Incense burn in scents tonight
Caress the skin with devil's touch
Upon the sounding of the conch
Moaning sighs and wept laments
Beneath the wings of screams spent
Forked tongue lashes the air
And turn ecstasy into despair
Published 26th Jan 2014
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