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By _truth, prospect, KY

That's my rope take it please,
stares at the rope then back at me,
eyes of rubies stolen away,
lost they are and far away,
grab the rope please you must,
bits of him turn to dust,
I call his name, shout and scream,
but he only turns away from me,
I hear another call his name,
seductive whisper calling me the same,
the rope please take it now,
he sees the rope bending down,
there in his hands I start to pull,
loose, he only lets the rope go through,
the addictive voice comes to knock,
he turns to answer, the door he unlocks

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