what lips dew sup, upon, sweet puffing power?
fire and powder which when kissed consume
by second nature first upon the hour
with rings both loves do breathe in idle tune.
of dynamite such lust bears just desserts
mixed from the martre sweat andfles and tear
convey. This vile roll flow odor spurts
to momentary bond then dissappear.
A pack of blessings lye within this trite
a deck of jokers, motal taste that parch
such cancer lips culling the dead by pipe
That which take, addictions breast to start.
Twin lovers set about immortal flames
This necromantic love, in life, untames
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