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The burning ring of fire

I've heard that song before...

But don't they know, I wrote that tune

While fucking until sore?

I spoke the notes through gritted teeth

I begged when walls were crying...

The lyrics came in record time

Repeating with the prying.

Even when the skin felt cooked

I pulled him in again...

And though the entry took a bit

soon followed, endorphins.

Amazing how the puss will bear

The brunt of burnt desire...

Matching mind in sweet success

To jump the notch, one higher.

The box of love can double up

And bet against the house

If he can pack, repeated punch

Once more before the douse.

They'll win the pot, the treasury

The medal-gold, for both

If they can march in reverie

To 'fuck-on' as their oath.

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