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Lust

I reached the 7th stage of the inferno
and dropped off at Satan's library
I told God I was going to the movies
I went for a walk in the babylonian gardens
and saw a turquoise rose
red at the stem, dripping in goat's blood
I bit into it
It tasted like my lover's cunt hairs
Sour, stale and hopelessly in love with me

By Kuaks

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