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We were swollen lanterns of prey |
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Lighting the way for hunger to feast |
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Our firm young skin free to befoul |
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Caressing intrusion of the beast |
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Bodies like toys bargain for favours |
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The gift of sacrifice |
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Wiping my body never again clean |
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Guilt bleeds from taste of my sin |
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In my shame are memories of passion |
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The one thing of pleasure within |
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Bodies like toys bargain for favours |
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The gift of sacrifice |
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No flowers to spare, she gave herself them |
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And when she returned she was, she was |
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Still still |
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Bodies like toys bargain for favours |
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The gift of sacrifice |
