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I like to   kiss your     liquid       lovers         lips                                    dissolving sugar sweet majesty                                                                                                your highness         kneeling to the       queen of     centuries I live in first quarter of the moon   mixing tapes    to match                                                                            the rhythms of the maiden         with the                                                                                  melodies of the mother                                           I will love you in secret Of it, the state must not know                      Out, the fire must not blow *do   not     let       them         burn           me             alive*             I promise           to keep         my commitments       cataloged and     separate my    chastity in one drawer   my sensuality in another                                                                                                     I can be both                                                                   I can be both                                 I can live on as an empire and exist as the city in ruin I will bear the sword and   wear the heavy paws     in the belly of the Colosseum                                                                                     I will sit on the balcony                                                                                   bored and eating grapes                                                                                                          calling out "Execution!"
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
vestalis
I like to   kiss your     liquid       lovers         lips                                    dissolving sugar sweet majesty                                                                                                your highness         kneeling to the       queen of     centuries I live in first quarter of the moon   mixing tapes    to match                                                                            the rhythms of the maiden         with the                                                                                  melodies of the mother                                           I will love you in secret Of it, the state must not know                      Out, the fire must not blow *do   not     let       them         burn           me             alive*             I promise           to keep         my commitments       cataloged and     separate my    chastity in one drawer   my sensuality in another                                                                                                     I can be both                                                                   I can be both                                 I can live on as an empire and exist as the city in ruin I will bear the sword and   wear the heavy paws     in the belly of the Colosseum                                                                                     I will sit on the balcony                                                                                   bored and eating grapes                                                                                                          calling out "Execution!"
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
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