Florentine Scalptures,
Why should treasons stand for reasons,
If not half a man or less than a woman areFlorentine sculptures,
Stood naked imitations against the invincible flawedApril lights like casual couples,
Against the winds and the premise
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What sort of a life can justifications be admirable if not the flesh
Involves the carnal lusts ofcrasstemptations,
What breath would you not liquiefysanctify the human genome and adventure,
If tomorrow had all the answers for our discontented lives if fellons are freed on bail, one atopped attached the others with combustions,
Edens exists in the turbid minds of lusts,
The legislature embossings ofsinsbrought inside the hidden boudoir.
Enclosed withinthe doors of the forbidden.
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