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have a gander, if you will i am swill - i am a wretch nastiest of the most dreadful all right, obliquely done - wrong i could not, now, nor ever sit in a booth to divulge - myself my gluttony knows never a bound my heart chatters with envy if you could postulate the most atrocious thing for a girl to do i’m sure, i’ve readily done it admittance is key, repent - i will be replenished thus, without further due you painted the sky creating - Jezebel tricks know many faces never is a mask the same Delilah blushes in my indignity i could take the blame - but i wont i wont pretend you had no part i am your harlot, your creation atrocity with a pure face seeming so innocent pride in what i am - head held high i track, i follow - i destroy to breathe believe no word from this mouth faster - scuttle from my filth