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Ain't What It Used To Be
"Simple Simon met a pieman and then he
croaked, holding on to depravity."
Seduction's obsession, crawling on my flesh
gnawing at my bones addicted to the fetish
of death's proclivities between the sheets
with the claustrophobic ovaries screaming,
"Necrophilia ain't what it used to be,"
as Johnny got his gun."
croaked, holding on to depravity."
Seduction's obsession, crawling on my flesh
gnawing at my bones addicted to the fetish
of death's proclivities between the sheets
with the claustrophobic ovaries screaming,
"Necrophilia ain't what it used to be,"
as Johnny got his gun."
Published 18th Aug 2023
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