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Pagan Poetry
pedalling through i find an accurate copy the dark currents a blueprint of the pleasure in me swirling black lilies totally ripe a secret code carved swirling totally ripe black lilies he offers a handshake five fingers crooked they form a pattern yet to be matched swirling black lilies totally ripe on the surface simplicity but the darkest pit in me is pagan poetry pagan poetry swirling totally ripe black lilies morse coded signals from my they pulsate : they wake me up hibernate on the surface simplicity is pagan poetry but the darkest pit in me i love him pagan poetry this time i'm gonna keep me to myself i'm gonna keep my all to myself she loves him this time but he makes me want to hand myself over she loves him |
