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The Last Reversal
She sits in rapture on my lap
Around her neck a leather strap
I mean no pain in games I play
But it is my fervent hope that she will stay
Yet she applies the loop around my throat
And my consciousness begins to float
My eyes bulge, begin to stare
Alas, I feel a lack of air.
Around her neck a leather strap
I mean no pain in games I play
But it is my fervent hope that she will stay
Yet she applies the loop around my throat
And my consciousness begins to float
My eyes bulge, begin to stare
Alas, I feel a lack of air.
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