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She lives on the smoke and rain
High and dry but down the drain
Angels warn her not to make a sound
Respectfully, deep underground

Baser instinct is her guide
As she consents to be the bride
Wedded to the one with wings
She strips down as the choir sings

The subterraneans offer some advice:
"Fuck her once, or make it thrice
Grab her gently by the curls
And teach her how to swallow pearls"

She savors the lesson learned
Decides she'll never be returned
She will write, and then submit
Her quill sharpened when the candle's lit.