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The Deepest Pains

The deepest pains course through my veins
The darkest cloud makes me proud
For I know my soul is pure

The sweetest kiss I do not miss
Each touch of sex was done with love
For I know my soul is pure

Vilest memories make me freeze
That passionate hold leaves me cold
For I know my soul is pure

Stolen stuff is good enough
Gifts of some is most welcome
For I know my soul is pure

Another drink won’t hurt I think
Skin one up and fill my cup
For I know my soul is pure

A cheeky line is mighty fine
And half a pill won’t make me ill
For I know my soul is pure

Get ‘em in while on Ketamine
Let’s trip out then laugh and shout
For I know my soul is pure

A secret touch won’t hurt so much
A gentle stroke is not a joke
For I know my soul is pure

Hold me close, don’t be morose
My arms around, I’ll kiss your mound
For I know my soul is pure

As discussed I feel disgust
But that doesn’t distract from how I act
For I know my soul is pure

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