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Machine

In the evening In the city Sweet rush of sin and abundance That pulsing beat of business, bars, booze, and bass Anticipation alone makes me come alive again Even if it ends in disappointment I don't care

Oh How The Forked Tongue Tickles

If we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination...

Soul Wine

Entwined

Don't Slap Your Reality On Me Like Handcuffs...

...and now I am going to reveal myself completely to all you Steemians, strip down and open my gabardine under which I am totally naked, sporting transparent flesh and let your eyes behold the blood pumping

Cupid's Bait

Illusions

Another Mistake

An Odd Piece