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Of all the tender taut and innocent[00:00:00]
Sacraments I've tangled with[00:00:07]
Celibate or seldom split[00:00:13]
Separate as which was writ[00:00:17]
Chaste in desperate ways[00:00:24]
And raised of fitful faiths[00:00:29]
Patience praised and grace ordained[00:00:33]
In face of these latter days[00:00:39]
But what such traces must remain[00:00:43]
Of a phase lately lain to waste[00:00:49]
And what such fates we two betray[00:00:53]
As your sacred legs gave way[00:00:59]
As sure as you are pure my love[00:01:04]
A touch of blood and so it's done[00:01:09]
And though we spoke in tongues my love[00:01:14]
Would surely not send from above[00:01:19]
All the slender soft and supplicant[00:01:24]
Sacraments I've sinned against[00:01:31]
As if in which I might relive[00:01:35]
Your sanguine skin or sins therein[00:01:40]
Yut prides and tithes aside if you must[00:01:47]
But faith has nothing left for us[00:01:55]
In stolen moments as such as this[00:02:01]
By which I have placed my trust but[00:02:04]
Grace has no such place for us anymore oh[00:02:09]
As sure as they were pure my love[00:02:42]
I've chased of us in everyone[00:02:47]
And though I know all fates succumb my love[00:02:52]
What sanctifies my swollen sum[00:02:57]
But the tender taut and innocent[00:03:02]
Freckled flesh I've tampered with[00:03:08]
Supped and split or suffered through[00:03:13]
Whod vainly take this place of you[00:03:18]
Young Eucharists - Parenthetical Girls[00:03:27]