BITE
Kiss me on the mouth and set me free
Sing me like a choir
I can be the subject of your dreams
Your sickening desire
Don't you want to see a man up close?
A phoenix in the fire
So kiss me on the mouth and set me free
But please don't bite
You can coax the cold right out of me
Drape me in your warmth
The rapture in the dark puts me at ease
The blind eye of the storm
Let's go for a walk down Easy Street
Where you can be reborn
And kiss me on the mouth and set me free
But please, don't bite
The countess had more secrets than anyone could have ever imagined, but after her death all the puzzle pieces that seemed to be lost: Came together, shining some light on her very dark existence. One of those "puzzle pieces" just so happened to be a woman named Clara Forten.
Her daughter.
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