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she seems dressed in all the rings... of past fatalities so fragile. yet so devious she continues to see climatic hands that press her temples and my chest enter the night that she came home... forever oh... she's the only one who makes me sad she is everything and more. the solemn hypnotic my dahlia. bathed in possessin... she is home to me. i get nervous, perverse, when i see her, it's worse but the stress is astounding it's now or never she's coming home... forever oh... she's the only one who makes me sad hard to say what caught my attention fixed and crazy... aphid attraction carve my name in my face, to recognize such a pheromone cult to terrorize i won't let this build up inside of me, i won't let this build up inside of me. i'm a slave and i am a master no restraints and unchecked collectors i exist through my need... to self oblige she is something in me that i despise i won't let this build up inside of me, i won't let this build up inside of mee. she isn't real. i can't make her real. she isn't real, i can't make her reallllllllllll. she isn't real she isn't real, can't make her real can't make her real she isn't real she isn't real, can't make her real can't make her reeal/