her legs dressed in fishnets
the night sky on her lips
(let me, let me look into that mouth of yours)
sharp teeth, bloody tongue behind black be-my-darling lips
i met her on a concert
stars shining in her silky hair
and she (she?)
she has to be a dream
the spirit of my nightly nightmare forests
nymphet of my sin
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