Is that your face I can see
through my mirror, behind me!
those lustful sunken eyes, red in jealousy,
envy and wrath so precise!
...
I am silky velvety soft
Black As Heart of night
smell like scotch.
...
'Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.'
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