The Flowers In Her Hair Were Carnivorous
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The morning sung
with a voice like phosphorus
burning flesh
The rising sun
remained hidden behind the clouds
daring not to challenge her
like Caligula we danced…
A God fearing woman with a fetish for blasphemy
and for just a moment
the devil was jealous.
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(03'-04')
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