Dancing the Shout to the True Gospel; or, The Song Movement Sisters Don't Want Me to Sing
Or: The Song My Movement Sisters Won't Let Me Sing
I follow the scent of a woman
Melon heavy
Ripe with joy
Inspiring me
To rip great holes in the night
So the sun blasts through.
And this is all I shall ever know:
Her breath
Filling the hollows of my neck
A luxury diminishing death.
I follow the scent of a woman
Melon heavy
Ripe with joy
Inspiring me
To rip great holes in the night
So the sun blasts through.
And this is all I shall ever know:
Her breath
Filling the hollows of my neck
A luxury diminishing death.
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