placate the sunlight;
sing intoxication
so then, when each bullet taken
(forsaking my heartbreak
and repressing your reprieve)
regresses -- only the lonely
autumn leaves
will throw cigarettes at you
and feed you death
come back, elizabeth
venom's temptress
snake dance: sin
a snake that just won't shed its skin
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