pedalling through
the dark currents
i find an accurate copy
a blueprint
of the pleasure in me
swirling
black lilies
totally ripe
a secret code carved
swirling
black lilies
totally ripe
he offers a handshake
crooked
five fingers
they form a pattern
yet to be matched
swirling
black lilies
totally ripe
on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry
swirling
black lilies
totally ripe
morse coded signals
they pulsate : they wake me up
from my
hibernate
on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry
i love him
this time
i'm gonna keep me to myself
this time
i'm gonna keep my all to myself
she loves him
but he makes me want to hand myself over
she loves him
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