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See my face reflected

Imperfections all on show

The creeping madness of passion

Sweat stained sheets 

A horror of the sex that we now know

That rips apart our soul

Very time the moon is full

Embraced, just say it isn’t so 

That my heart is still my own

My mind not quite insane

As perspiration beads run off us 

As we go down as one again