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Jun 2014
My fingers aren't holy enough to grace your body.
God's own masterpiece of skin and bone.
My touch is sin, corrupting pure beauty.
Thus my virtue is heresy
If it's my doom versus you, it's not hard to choose.
The gates won't open for me now.
But the ****** can't wait to get to hell.
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