Jezebel
Lady dressed in silver said to me "Come here, young man.
Stare me deep in the eye. Deep. And take my hand."
She said, " I want to run, run across your skin
Again and again until the tears are gone,
I'll be your friend. Just let me inside.
There's no need to be frightened.
Everything will be alrite."
You're nothing to me anymore.
I'm done. I'm done.
I'm tired of going back and forth
With you. No more.
But I love when you seduce me...
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