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"She seems dressed in all the rings,Of past fatalities,So fragile yet so devious,She continues to see,Climatic hands that press,Her temples and my chest,Enter the night that she came home,Forever..She is everything and more,The solemn hypnotic,My Dahlia bathed in possession,She is home to me,I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse,But the stress is astounding,It's now or never she's coming home,Forever..Hard to say what caught my attention,Fixed and crazy, aphid attraction,Carve my name in my face, to recognize,Such a pheromone cult to terrorize I'm a slave, and I am a master,No restraints and, unchecked collectors,I exist through my need, to self oblige,She is something in me, that I despise."
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