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Desire of the body
Worries my flesh,
Forgotten study
Now lies in ash.
The very last
Of virgin angels
Has lost the path
Became the wingless.
Pretending now
I feel the passion.
So tell me how
Stay no objection?
So wish my love
And be my slave!
I shall be a laugh
Dance on your grave.
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