Dolls are playful and knifes are not
tell this to the woman I love
she's not a doll
perfect and pretty
she haunts my dreams
spreading her legs
and eating me up
her eyes are fierce and empty
full of pleasure and pain
she will never leave me
she will never tell me
where to go
and what to be
she's the devil
I believe
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