There be none of Music's daughters this dirty
coarse-tempered cantata pumps rapture
bachae booty
bass squiggle squirm
I hammer my pelvis
doll busts callow porcelain
lurid cognizance delivers
veritable desire machine
Negate bound tingle touch
rush earth matter mutter
mother beat beauty become
Womb enough and four
to the floor
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