in the cold dark halls I grasp the brillian brass knob fire entwines my arm. I touch the spot between my breasts where you last kissed me. In the shadows I see your two faces should I eat the rancid mango you scum? Men from Mars walk through my brain I understand them better than I do you. Joy sears my toes and makes me giddy the bonfire on the cliff guides me through the veiled cold night. I am hot and I am scarred from the fire burn baby burn where are you? my teeth make noise maybe I'll find you in my dreams in the dark cold halls
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