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Trying, clawing to climb 

out of the desperately 

tangled wreckage of lust. 

Thorns and brambles 

piercing my flesh,

are fingers dragging me down

into you.

Dare I take a bite or three 

of the forbidden fruits

and stay for all eternity 

in fairy land?

My own angels crying out for me

calling me, Dadda, come home.

Take me home.

Take me, home.

Take me home!




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