We´ll end up hurting people.
The same art we not?
The devil squeals and laughs.
His bellow blew up your skirt!
You´re a short fall to the ninth level girl.
Lick me with your lava tongue.
d*mn me forever.
Childish notions burnt.
Pitch forks and imps in our back yard.
Why don´t we make love by the fireplace...
My fuse my blues my shining hot muse.
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