.Right below me, twisted, buckled
Pointing fingers through my face
Chewing on my screaming, crying
Plea for Jezebel's embrace
Down the stairs I move
O'erlooking selves of all I've been in thought
Kissing and seducing all these
Selves I wish that I were not
Writhing like a pis.
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