The purple sea has rescued me
She found the secrets of erotic dreams
I am covered with wet kelp
Brush strokes from a Paris Chloe
Curtains of burgundy bliss
Streets flourish in antiquity
Flowers of evil grow in shop windows
The apothecary of Byron rides
Midnight moonbeams like mescaline eyes
Eve collects scarves from the castles
Now I must go to bed and feel whips
Gentle souls travel in caravans
Wolves starved for her leisure
Tremble and feel your destiny
Sanity is a velvet kiss
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