She has a tendency for overreacting
a bloody liquid boiling over the pot.
She's smart as a whip, she's my sharp-tongue kid,
but she doesn't know what she's doing.
She'll grind you down to tiny bits and bone marrow
then build you back up into a much better man.
She's all of my history, my light, my divinity.
Diagonal implied for infinity.
And I've seen hellfire and brimstone spark from her lips
but those curves and those hips, I'd eat up every bit.
Goddammit, Ecka, you're a tough drug to quit.
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