Touched by an angel,
Kissed by a rose,
I’ve picked a poison to cure what ails me
A simple tonic spit from wefted mouths
Their brazen lips all parsed and wet with sin.
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Touched by an angel,
Kissed by a rose,
I’ve picked a poison to cure what ails me
A simple tonic spit from wefted mouths
Their brazen lips all parsed and wet with sin.
