Cook's symphony
Me as goddess
As honey
Peach smooth skin
Like raw egg
You delirious
Sausage - like fingers
You worship the knife
Chanting lightly
Man - like boy
To trip me
Rip my dress
The tiny girl
I am weak
Drunk
Through music I recall
Through winter rain I fall
In hot sun shadow
Loveless sleep
I cry a blood lake
Moment of red
Summer death
Put
Beneath
My garden
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