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Ask me, what can satisfy your quiet lust? Where failure stands as an unspeakable cruelty. Unthinking, I dare to press, to pluck, Those notes I need to keep my vanity at ease. . You scream at my empty hands, that rob you Of the life that you demanded and deserved. And me in turn .
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Ask me, what can satisfy your quiet lust? Where failure stands as an unspeakable cruelty. Unthinking, I dare to press, to pluck, Those notes I need to keep my vanity at ease.
You scream at my empty hands, that rob you Of the life that you demanded and deserved.
The hum of calloused skin sliding Down my neck, and guided hands bending Those silvery strands. A forceful touch, Followed by a timid stroke. All required To mold a soul and cast a spell on those who witness.
And I have paid back my crimes. And I have done what you asked. I brought you to life, And I let you sing.