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I stole the Queen's lace Held it for ransom in the Back seat of my car. We realized that the Wild flowers weren't as graceful When they had been tamed. I fell for the Queen They gave her the guillotine Amidst morning dew. She was too damn beautiful for her own good.

Do you see this blood on my finger tip? Shall I dab this blood upon my slip? Allow you to advance upon my breast? Give you my purity without protest? Hoist my dress above my knee? Leave imagination nothing, allow you to see?         Shall I let more than blood mingle?         It would make your skin tingle         To feel our separate bodies become single. Your clever use of blood-thirsty fleas I find to be an awful tease. The excitement in your eyes is growing, A river of passion undoubtedly flowing. Your graci

So there's a new human female in your life now. I pity the poor girl. I just hope she wakes up and realizes that she's merely a distraction from the harsh reality of life before you craft her pretty little heart into a cold chain mail addition to your seemingly flawless suit of armor. I wonder who'll take care of her after those butterflies turn into despair on the windshield of your taxi. I hope you burn in the most poetic of ways.