A serpent’s son scalding a rose-fractured heart
You endow the night with nefarious lust
I trespass. a virgin and emerge wholly female
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If my tears do not dissuade you
Then of what use is salt?
My prayers hold no favor for still you come
Drinking modesty from clenched thighs
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We rise inside the same false sun
None shall believe in us, none shall stylize
The repercussion for no scripture above or below
Would ever betray what we together have done