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For the love, I'd fallen onIn the swampy August dawnWhat a mischief you would bring, young darling!When the onus is not all your ownWhen you're up for it before you've grownFrom the faun forever goneIn the towers of your honeycombI'd a tore your hair out just to climb back darlingWhen you're filling out your only formCan you tell that it's just ceremon'Now you've added up to what you're fromBuild your tether rain out from your fragmentsBreak the sailor's table on your sacrumFuck the fiercest fables, I'm with HagenFor the love, comes the burning youngFrom the liver, sweating through your tongueWell, you're standing on my sternumDon't you climb down darlingOh, the sermons are the first to restSmoke on sundays when you're drunk and dressedOut the hollows where the swallow nests
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