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Shadows dance across the sunset
Forcing winds to blow in objection.
Bringing water into atmosphere
Moisture surrounds the advection.
Sensuality isn't enough for the pain
Sex causes the crutch.
Elixir comes in punishment
for all the women you touch.
Fluidity is the cause of the spurn
rejection made out of cement.
Growing whispers amongst the crew
nobody can taste the scent.
Waxes harmoniously in visions
the taste of the crime.
Lost is the innocence in lust
the man is sublime.
Shining embers of the dance
for every step that you take.
Leaves no woman untouched
as you begin set up your stake.
Carved in rivers everywhere
women’s souls lay at your feet.
Changing forces in the wind
Takes you to your next feast.
Never is your craving fulfilled
stoic shadows still hide in vain.
Every breast you see
reminds you of your pain.
Finally I stand to ask a question
without the ability to condemn.
"What will you do with all these ladies hearts, eat them?"
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