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stare into the moon
and see who you really love most
we were in the dining room
at my grandpas house
under the chandelier
he gets me on the table
and then the velvet sofa
my screams smash the crystals
an explosion of colour and light
magic is made of contrasts
make sex not war
and they thought i was submissive !
im completely flattened
a bit queasy and sick
and we have a variant strain of Brexit
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