The thumping temptress
Smells like a chocolate dream
Then wrings me dry
Of sleep and apathy
It now murks under my skin
Pulsing dark and nervous
Like the tremors
Of drops quaking...
What feeling was I chasing?
Smells like a chocolate dream
Then wrings me dry
Of sleep and apathy
It now murks under my skin
Pulsing dark and nervous
Like the tremors
Of drops quaking...
What feeling was I chasing?
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