we were persuaded her fragrance taunted me it still taunts me
her braids trim me to this
that old wooden chair she is duct-taped to her her head forced back her braided pony tales tied to the back legs how she had grown grow into me i preach who was she
this madness brawl with me what love have i applied
oh eyes of beauty seek from me that sparrows wings May strengthen me
what light shown from mine palm that ****** be known
how mucker further must she be beaten her screams her screams her screams are my reasoning ?
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she has me buried with her neck collar and her eyeshadow ...