| ...moon in your womb... |
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| when my love is a pleasure, the reddest is not a rose enough and my neck full of necklaces is bare without his lips when my love is a blind cat alley that ends on his words, my cello is a moonlit sound that caresses my body good or bad you are right for me perfect or misshapen I am fine the only thing that remains is that I sleep naked, the only thing that remains is that I sleep naked. |
| by mary and her choir of bats |