No Strings Attached
Down by those tracks,
You silly astronaut.
Its an Odyssey,
I'll admit
That I ever survived.
Fluids, moans
and Cries thereafter
Were undoubtedly
Where this
Masochist was
Born.
I promised to
Prevail, but
Salt in the wound
Sent me down an
Unending Spiral
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