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Delight in pears, in sweet sticky juice; partake
in yellow flesh, skin of Helios, and the
pale meat of her thighs, of her mind that leaks
clear wine: chastity.
Hymen, her protector no longer; alone
but for her madness, yes, forsaken save for
madness, and Helios, he is there, of course-
Chaos and sunlight.
Take her, summer meat, divide and devour.
Take her, she requests, she insists. Take her. The
madness has left her here and mute Helios
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