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I swear upon my sin-loving soul, I can taste your sins all over me. I see broken angels with splintered halos , I'm the serpent swallowed by the sun. My gentle obsession with corrupt nutrition, I can taste the madness dripping from your tongue. Between the spaces to scratch the itch, my sins of excess prove to me that I exist. My lips drip secrets of the flesh, they fold into a blade and beg MAKE ME WET! I CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!