The passion melts
My flesh welts
I fleet ‘way
His ring bay
My fire smother
As belong ether
He pulls back
And face smack
My blouse untie
The moan rise
My heart cries
He grasps highs
A sun rise
His corpse rise
The keen flies
My noose calls
The flat falls
In hell crawls
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