The dilate of an eye
In the dilate of an eye
I want to take the future
heat it red and laugh the fire,
drown in its sensual smile.
Red rippling through me,
like the vixen through corn,
will warm me 'til I die.
In the dilate of an eye
I want to take the future
heat it red and laugh the fire,
drown in its sensual smile.
Red rippling through me,
like the vixen through corn,
will warm me 'til I die.
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