If you’re ever dream walking, and you’re feeding on woman’s helpless body, you have to make sure to give her a bite, those are the rules, the truth always leaves a trace, she wakes up, her body sore, why are there red marks on my neck, helpless baby, deep down, she wanted me, so sweet, the taste of her lipstick, the taste of sweat, in the folds of her skin, her sweet perfume, oh how I dream, I could just consume her whole, anyways, it’s real in a way, and like all fruit, we are doomed to pay, the evil eye waits, ready to judge, and decide your fate, the truth, that grand mountain, we can’t go against him, like the floor beneath my feet, if I dare break it, I could risk, undoing everything, doomed to be a creature of magick, doomed to dream, I wait, for the ocean waves, for the flowers, to continue blooming, the ocean of reason, if it was allowed, a feeling had to be expressed, it was important, to the heavens above, me and Emma Watson, in a hot tub.

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