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Her Houdini

Show me a whore with no truffles � � �
to play steampunk as I wed � � �
cranking my own calliope � �
and giving me a little head � �
blowing bubbles from the grave � � �
swallowing my mayonnaise � � �
making me her Houdini � � �
unlocking her chastity belt � � �
with no flowers for the grave � � �
just cologne, cigars � � �
dressed in dead. �
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