erase the pictures from my mind
eliminate the presence of your kind
unloose the strings of instinct laws
just to fall into some other jaws
in pounding afternoon I rise
for the pleasure of dying twice
a wingcut anges in decline
breathe my air and I`ll be fine
put your teeth in me
carve your name in me
I don`t care if there is something
that I`m blind to see
invite yourself and feel free
to pick up splinter of debris
it`s in your sys.ex
subdues all that`s delusive
initially this lie I`d recoil
but again I crawl this dirty soil
of all possessions I did treasure
this one`s strictly for her pleasure
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