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Can you hear that, Besides the beat of my heart, As you lay your head between my breasts?

The sound of dirty flowing water, The wind and the rain, And the voices of queing guests? Can you see that, As you look into my pain, The colour of lightning and how handsome he is? My ears want that more, Not this hard sex All ruthless and raw! Use me old man, Their's still more in this whore, Push all you can! Can you smell that, Besides my wet, The scent of soil and grass mixed with your sweat? I am a human, a prostitute too, I hear, i see, i smell... And make love to all things but you!

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