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The fetus remembers.
The acid pouring into its lungs
She remembers.
Corruption is a thrilling belly dance~

Fulfilled by the number of arms..
It's a message that appears to regret.
Digestion and exploitation.
Belly dance~

Yes, even though I touched you..
It's a message that seems to expose.
Lashed by aging,
Belly dance~

Oh, my dear, were you unhappy?
A hindrance to delight, identity, becoming inconsistent.

There's meaning in a moment,
Blind end & slope down.
Genitals, wisdom, sanity, sex broker.
Are you a child balanced by baptism and eternal youth?

The fetus remembers.
The mother's captivating belly dance~
Yes, even though I touched you.
She remembers.
Corruption is a thrilling belly dance~

Oh my dear, did you mourn?

Though, even regret has been sold, I reach out my hand,
And float gently to the gallows.

Even though I knew that afternoon that it wouldn't come true.
The fireworks sparkled.

Belly Dance corruption~