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Boris

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She is destined to fall and fester while whispering
A sweaty woman
The usual tactics, her second nature
She is inviting me on the game board
No use doubting any more
Just can't resist and get abducted
Let me be inside, tight-closed
With the square grids filled up, this will never be completed
Forbidden beings, the game begins, tumble of the dice
She spurs me. She makes me get some more speed
Have just buried all the distress in the scnet of the skin
Have just realized everything has been assimilated
Ah, never know what happened, Am so Complicated