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I tell you that the manner speaks of smart seduction and insanity I trust to much for the good of me
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Friends worry out loud that she's a handful of honey from a hive of bees
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Thick in my throat then alive in me
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Stifled scream in tow - my days spent - enfant terible
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Sown in folds, must rend
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Clawing toes on loamy earth did feed but sweat made mud went out from under me
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First sliding slow then falling free
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Stifled scream in tow - my days spent - enfant terible
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Sown in folds, must rend
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I'm floating on gravity I am a saucer on a cup of tea I put nothingness on top of being
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So say a prayer for poor little me
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Buy me earmuffs for the siren's scream and the black switch guiding bloody thorns in deep
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Stifled scream in tow - my days spent - enfant terible
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Sown in folds, must...
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Rend
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| Berber |
