stirring is the scent of seduction
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up here in this room
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the candle flame
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licks her lips
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that somehoe seem to swell
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and she takes a deep breath again
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iridescent white light
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a bone chill wind moves up
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the point of penetration
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up here in this room
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the candle flame
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licks her lips
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that somehow seem to swell
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and she takes a deep breath again
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iridescent white light
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the doors won't stop closing
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i'm being sucked in
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i can't see anything
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i'm seeing things again
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Iridescent White Lights
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| Michale Graves |
