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Phoenix from the wrong side of the tracks
she was the truest form of red
a Molotov cocktail in high heels
too much for the foolish Icarus man
I drank her love like rum
straight from the opening between
her neck and her eyes
as her flames licked my flesh
...and the muses dance around me
like witches around a sacrifice ...
a Molotov cocktail in high heels
too much for the foolish Icarus man
I drank her love like rum
straight from the opening between
her neck and her eyes
as her flames licked my flesh
...and the muses dance around me
like witches around a sacrifice ...
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