some of us can ignorance our bliss through and through,
but for others the buildup is insanity.
These dervish impulse impurities mutating alacrimony for the puritans'
parties,
I'll write this like the spell you're unwillingly cast,I'm an unstoppable fervor,
aphrodisiac poisons my violet rage.
The cracks in the varicose skein of our joinery
smoked you with serval sensationing eyes
come any closer or you'll have to resist,
and we all know resistance is futile in future persists.
He smote me with a line so melancholic; perverse--
"I know what you do, yet still I let you consume."
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