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It took so long to remember just what happened.
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I was so young and vestal then,
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you know it hurt me,
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but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
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even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
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I've got my hands bound,
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my head down , my eyes closed,
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and my throat wide open.
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Do unto others what has been done to you
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I'm treading water,
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I need to sleep a while.
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My lamb and martyre, you look so precious.
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Won't you come a bit closer,
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close enough so I can smell you.
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I need you to feel this,
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I can't stand to burn too long.
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Released in this sodomy.
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For one sweet moment I am whole.
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Do unto you now what has been done to me.
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You're breathing so I guess you're still alive
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even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
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Won't you come just a bit closer,
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close enough so I can smell you.
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I need you to feel this.
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I need this to make me whole.
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There's release in this sodomy.
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For I am your witness that
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blood and flesh can be trusted.
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And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind.
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Got your hands bound, your head down,
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your eyes closed.
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You look so precious now.
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I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this
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shit blood and cum on my hands.
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I've come round full circle.
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My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon.
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You look so precious.
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Prison Sex
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