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in blues of nocturnal leer
there was not one ounce left to fear
for i had her
all alone
a stone no longer moor'd
outside not looking in
was it love or purely sin
the smile still did appear
unmask, unclothe
forever near
d(es)ire upon a slab
no blood to bleed
or breath as need
and I knead
oh I need
(de)flower'd
the complexion fair
a rotisserie of flavour
and a pomegranate stare
look back at the night
the flightless fight
dipped in the juices
a marinade just right
there was not one ounce left to fear
for i had her
all alone
a stone no longer moor'd
outside not looking in
was it love or purely sin
the smile still did appear
unmask, unclothe
forever near
d(es)ire upon a slab
no blood to bleed
or breath as need
and I knead
oh I need
(de)flower'd
the complexion fair
a rotisserie of flavour
and a pomegranate stare
look back at the night
the flightless fight
dipped in the juices
a marinade just right
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