Siren In The Key Of Blues
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Bill Cantrell
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With a diving change in pitch,
At this lower octave,
A voice slaughters my resistance
With a calling,
Her spell is sticky incense,
Intoxicating me to an instant addiction
Words saturated with perfumed innuendoes,
Embraces my abandonment
And so,
With my heart on a leash,
I find myself on her plate of blues
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