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In a dark cellar the light shimmers |
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Illuminating only a small part of the moldy wall |
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It's enough for observation |
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Of one more mask of human ugliness |
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The rare collection in glass vessels is kept |
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There on wooden shelves |
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The male genitals are preserved in alcohol here |
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And they can please the eye of their mistress for years to come |
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Torture! |
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For hours, sitting in the rocking chair |
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She is viewing these items she is proud |
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Of recollecting their owners and their agony |
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Torture! |
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The amputated phalluses are all she has |
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Aesthetic delight and abstract visualization |
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That's all that she needs |
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And she sucks the penis that was cut off with pruning shears |
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She fancy the rest of the body using her sick imagination |
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You are still a little hungry child |
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Blinded by the first rays of the sun |
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Your lips search for mother's nipple |
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It's almost here... |
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It's almost here... |
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Necrophilic nymphomania |
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Addiction to incubuses of lust |
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Custodian of genitals |
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I admire your majestic emptiness |
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Your lovers will stay with you forever |
