Disambiguation

It's a way, a habit
With fast exposure
Now the tongue unties the knee
For a smell, a taste
A foul taste

Now a women's reputation
Cut roughly while resisting
This pattern, is a design
In a design, a design

Now all thoughts are perverse
With the joy of all things unnatural
For I can't change a desire for filth
When destruction reaps it's will

All disease, anxiety, obession
Reviled perfect, like a compliment
Immediately it ruins you
For and from all purity

Don't hold out on me
I am your [?]
You cannot ease into existance
[?] to languish
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