Blank of beats

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As he finally laid his hand on her scarlet bodice, she vanished from his sight. Victor began hearing those incessant voices that were muted in her presence.

"A beating of my enriched thoughts

As it spoke, it made a fraught

Never once it was caught

Why was I ever so bewitched by its luster of deceit?

I never once had thought of conceit

Why must have you made me plead for your sweet

A rehash of deception

A bash of corruption

A beating of my enriching thoughts

Why must you have erupted in my compulsions

It was as small as bare and without a care

You spoke to me on the night of ware

with such coercement, I sank

But with a Blaire, they became as blank

A beating of my enriched thoughts"

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