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Dried, coarse, singe bracken wilderness got me tying my hands at my back.
An inbred toxin, bet you'll shit sour on your sheets.
Back and forth, now we simulate as if consensual.
Let it gasp, felt the spasm through the knife as I thrust it into the 5th or 6th rib, it's dull hoarse screams will never touch an ear.
Bellow at the wall.
Bellow at the wall, bellow at my fucking wall you must.
In bile I'm borne, in elation now I am found.
Laden with the gamut of my reminiscences.
Indulged in scorn as the three Erinyes.
Mesmerized, my lungs swell in ecstasy.
My hands shivered.
Bellow at the wall.
My hands shivered.
Bellow at the wall, bellow at the fucking wall you must.
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