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*Cloud-scraped  and smoldering..
(Scepters have  handles,
not every  hand can fit)

Dream-scenes,  on fleshscreens
by far,  burn the brightest..

But;

Panty-lines  in quartertimes
best accentuate--
Those  wine-goblet,   ****

(My head is spinning;
hellbent,  on sinning..)*

**.      .      .      .**

*Evil Impulse,  brings me close
(you have a gift, my Love)
Rise above,  Paul..

Rise above
Rise above
Rise above
Rise above

Rise above.*


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