candlelit in the room hold me close don't want die
alone the fear of her stare glare diamonds from the
chandlers trapped in her lairs satin lace arrayed her
dress painters clay sculpture her breast silhouettes of
her gloom feeling paranoid from fumes get sleepy
dejavoo as sweet her lips kiss awaken foolish mistress
caught in her mischief

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