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You Can’t Amuse Me

I’m going to burn the lines

Of my mouth into your chest
And in the winters you’ll think

Of my lips, soothing ice. 
On sizzling skin, a touch

So hot, your Valhalla is freezing. 
You can’t amuse me. 

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