H O M E  BIO P I X W E R D Z C O N T A C T L I N X
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F L E S H

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Smoke, black Lights, blurred sight - flesh.
Your touch, caress, my back - flesh. And I

Want, Need, To Own You.
But I, Can’t, Won’t, Ever Own you.

Stare At My Needs, At My soul - Flesh.
And Just Fill My Glass And My Need with Flesh.
I’m Drunk And Alone And I Want You - Flesh.
But Your Scent, Your Sweat, Your Flesh Is Filth And I

Want, Need, To Own You.
But I, Can’t, Won’t, Ever Own you.

Flesh, Disease, Your Stain, Is Filth.
Your Musk, Perfume, Your Stench, is Filth. 
It's your Sweat and your Scent and your touch and your flesh. 
It's Your breath and your stench. Your flesh is filth And I

Want, Need, To Own You.
But I, Can’t, Won’t, Ever Own you.

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