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Meridiana, poison flows from your lips,
Death watches with the eyes lusting for your hips. Men blindly dash to the fate of the undressed, And suckle demise from the milk of your breast. Meridiana, the teller of giant lies, Nobody wants to see the truth in your eyes. How long do you watch before you make your choice? How long do they take before hearing your voice? Meridiana, some will never say yes, Despite how quickly the floor catches your dress. When you enter the room, you must bow your head, But shrink yourself down before going to bed. Meridiana, yes we know you so well, We know the truth you’re veiling behind your spell. It started with the fallen lusting to play With a deluge of women before that day.
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