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Malice in Summerland

I don't want to breathe.
I'd rather listen to words spoken like air refused.
Hold your tongue like a cross to your heart,
I won't take your scripture or your drink.
To think;
I don't wish to deny you entry to your 7 sin wonderland,
Alice, from within,
take me to the Scotch tea part as an overdressed guest.
Smile like a cat in heat,
what a feat!
To charm a mad-hatted priest.
I don't want to breathe.




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