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Let these creaking bodies play the melodies of lust and test my mettle upon the metal grey and cold upon this weary chest. I knew those lips would tear away that skin, and those eyes my heart infest. I knew my mind had gone astray when I woke I knew who knew me best. And her lips tasted like metal And she boiled my emotions in a kettle And she played lines on my chest like treble and bass cares rose from my throat and those lips sung slashes for the rest.
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
Death Waltz at Dinner
Let these creaking bodies play the melodies of lust and test my mettle upon the metal grey and cold upon this weary chest. I knew those lips would tear away that skin, and those eyes my heart infest. I knew my mind had gone astray when I woke I knew who knew me best. And her lips tasted like metal And she boiled my emotions in a kettle And she played lines on my chest like treble and bass cares rose from my throat and those lips sung slashes for the rest.
ian-steele
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
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