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TITLE: Selling of A Soul By bo Jennings 11/16/13 |
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Come rescue me from the memories of fire
Serve the humbled servant caviar
Soon drinking from a brass elegant samovar
And tasting only the royals finest
Then, knowing just like a highness
Turning blue, the blood that's red
How gladly, leaving my life of dread
Three thousand threads delicately woven
Ah, softness; then the seduction
Costing merely...only a soul
Sold! Wearing, the black lacy camisole
Laying down innocent purity
Sadly, taken rather brusquely
Vanity and ego opened the door
There, lay the vulnerable on the floor.
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