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Offer
As an offer to the forces that be I feel
On the edge of a crater. Staring.
Wanting to be offer
Wanting to feel gift
You my priestess guiding
Molding my flesh with your stare
Chanting into my mind
Nothing more than what I need
To be an offer to you
My priestess
Guide my soul through my flesh.
Do it!
On the edge of a crater. Staring.
Wanting to be offer
Wanting to feel gift
You my priestess guiding
Molding my flesh with your stare
Chanting into my mind
Nothing more than what I need
To be an offer to you
My priestess
Guide my soul through my flesh.
Do it!
Published 5th Apr 2016
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