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Love\'s execution
...he\'s burnt the witch
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He’s burnt the witch
Her crafts, he’s hangged,
Her poisons itch,
Her soul is dammed.
Lips moist with venom
Caressed his smooth mouth,
He tastes the bitter,
She tastes the drought.
Eyes of the serpent
Faked him the pleasure,
She ripped him open
To suck his treasure.
She’s on the floor,
Mattress head covers,
He sliced her body
Keeps parts in drawers.
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