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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Nov 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.20.00.05.13832]] |
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you just wait wait, until I have the control to grab you up from the stale picture you cannot see each time you try to free from the oils, smears and slurries drown you in I can save you from that mess I can make martyrs of us both when this day finds me strong, I will take you for my queen you will dance about my castle your binds will be wrecked, dust upon the floor all that will keep you is tender and warm on this day, when this day comes, your love will be mine |