Besieged now by desire I wish I could escape But it’s in everything I touch Each texture and each shape The pressure hounding constantly The promised ease of stress Why must we get desire in Such ludicrous Excess?
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Besieged now by desire I wish I could escape But it’s in everything I touch Each texture and each shape The pressure hounding constantly The promised ease of stress Why must we get desire in Such ludicrous Excess?