erectlocution ⊇ boxing jewels

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Jesus lifted his last restraint at the
End of the century,
And I couldn’t begin to tell you what he
Saw in her anyway.

She threw her head back,
She threw her head back,

And that beauty spilled out
Across the highway
Like a glittering trail of venom and diamonds.

Coming down off the mountain of nails
Designed to keep him in ecstacy,
And I couldn’t begin to tell you what he
Saw in her anyway.

She threw her head back,
She threw her head back,

And that beauty spilled out
Across the highway
Like a glittering trail of venom and diamonds.

–Machines of Loving Grace: Gilt

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