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I saw her dancing out past the wire 

where heaven meets hell

The magic is on the edge 

Her love to cold and distant god

watched her from hell

The Angel called to me

She jumps paint splattered all over

Her wardrobe on the floor

Caress her wounds as they were the Stigmata

She is benediction

Her wardrobe on the floor

Those bedroom eyes raspy voice 

cafe au lait tan

, supple warm skin

Ravenous hips and mouth

Spreading wings

Pulling

Me 

Deeper: further down, more serious, or more detailed. 2)Something a lover screams in the throes 

deeper