Luckily
Luckily I am not yours,
To fondle and defile,
My beating soul lies elsewhere,
You can adorn me with recollections,
But I will be one goddess less,
One saint more,
I will come along the sunset,
To steer you towards the heavens,
Then in your mouth I spit anesthetic saliva,
And you are no more.
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