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her body nude and wet
glistening water down her back
a smile follows a hint
her flesh a beautiful brown tint
a scream
a moan
in the shower she stands alone
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Love bluff
pink lovely stuff
never burns
though it melts
and when it does flesh like metal smelts
fools toys little
things of no great value
sweet to touch and taste so hallow
no finger tips no love on lips
when you fly and leave
I hope you know and believe
that I too go
from building like water flow
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Euphemisms collateral damage
children died and you smiled
at the flashes of light
bombs make at night
casualties counted
casualties filed
television is making us numb
its sound we march to like a drum
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shiny rhinoceros horns on your hands
hair grows in beautiful strands
not horn but nails and same as hair
your flesh ripped by white black bear
spirit stole your life
and for lunch ate your wife
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indecisive
neutral fool
flesh sex
twisted tool
sketch of his mind
like sharp poisoned
wine
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mutilate
manipulate
touch
fondle
and burn
fleshes wounds
hot wax's touch
not too little
not much
choke
gloat and burn in hell
I see her face
hot sand
cold hands
man to man
twisted corpse
mine to warp
melting pot of
your hot
retort
deeper into
your mind
like a tape worm
dripped in wine
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deflowered devoured
blood trickles
and runs
was it good
was it fun
tell darling
speak hun
more than
tongue tied
I lied
you trust
we thrust
and than you
died
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she is not real
she warps to my thrills
body soft but hard to touch
I breathe her breath
we hold chest to chest
the world could be gone
I am nothing
if not wrong
to lay her down
when we'ere done
only moon no more sun
morning wont come
for our song is sung
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How I once soar
wings not needed
I could have walked through doors
I think it was no trick of brain
you had no aim
to harm or to tame
lost now
bottled pain
fracture frame
the hurt pours out
heat of pain and numb collide
inside what a fools game
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young fresh matured
wet flesh natured
caress grasp tumble
share giggle fumble
tare bright night
finish love diminished
cold walk back
lost tossed crossed
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