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− | | Alias = Rachelle
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− | | Born = 1966
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| Michele Greenberg, is also known as "Rachelle" in [[Marilyn Manson|Manson]]'s book, ''[[The Long Hard Road Out of Hell]]''. According to Manson, he and Michele had a very turbulent relationship ending badly. | | Michele Greenberg, is also known as "Rachelle" in [[Marilyn Manson|Manson]]'s book, ''[[The Long Hard Road Out of Hell]]''. According to Manson, he and Michele had a very turbulent relationship ending badly. |
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− | === Manson's poems{{Confirm}} ===
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− | YOUR APPEARANCE INTO MY LIFE HAS STUNG
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− | THE VERY DEPTH OF MY SOUL.
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− | MY SHROUD OF SECURITY DESTROYED LEAVING
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− | NOTHING BUT SPLINTERS OF BITTER FEELINGS
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− | AND REVOLTING LIES.
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− | <s>MY</s><i>Your</i> UNFAITHFUL AND DISMAL PART IN <s>YOUR</s><i>this</i>
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− | LIFE HAS RIPPED OUT <s>■■■■■■■■</s><i>. The very center of my being.</i>
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− | ----
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− | Hair cascades over her
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− | face
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− | like
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− | some immaculate waterwall.
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− | And her body
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− | is sprinkled with
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− | the dew-drop wetness
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− | I have come to love.
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− | And I am caught between this
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− | beauty
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− | and the desire to make it
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− | mine.
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− | Her knuckles are tight
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− | and white,
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− | with fistfulls of me
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− | in either hand
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− | and somewhere in
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− | the distance below us
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− | (some other place, other time)
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− | her clothes lie
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− | crumpled in a
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− | rainbow mass.
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− | kiss my face
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− | and kiss my face
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− | your legs glide against my
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− | chest
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− | and wrap around my waist
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− | they're hosed in lace.
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− | tear up my face
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− | and tear up my face
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− | your lips tear me up
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− | like crepe
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− | and you go down
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− | against my neck,
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− | your lashes
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− | crawling across my skin like
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− | spiders.
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− |
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− | And I'm so deep inside
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− | too deep
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− | and
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− | down
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− | I think I could drown.
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− | We sat
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− | the candles spoke idly in flames
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− | and our eyes in whispers
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− | and as the wax melted
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− | so did our hearts,
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− | our souls,
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− | fusing forever.
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− | do you love?
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− | do you need?
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− | do you desire?
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− | I can give you
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− | LOVE
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− | I NEED to give you
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− | LOVE
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− | You.
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− | Your love,
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− | that I DESIRE.
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− |
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− | Awake
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− | Together, we are met and tangled
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− | like a child's hair.
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− | A new innocence
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− | of an old passion,
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− | and a mouthful of forever
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− | encompassed in a single
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− | kiss.
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− | The flavour of your sould
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− | on the tip of my tongue,
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− | and mine on your's
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− |
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− | our world
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− | together
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− | and
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− | our
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− | hands tangled
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− | like a child's hair.
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− | Some something
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− | or some nothing
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− | we are one another's gods
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− | our bodies are temples
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− |
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− | come
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− | let us worship
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− | SO CAUGHT. SO DEEP IN LOVE. SITTING AT A WINDOW
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− | WATCHING THE RAIN, AND A TEARDROP BURNS ITS WAY DOWN MY CHEEK...
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− | and i wonder if the sky is crying with me, or for me.
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− | STANDING HERE,
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− | MY CLOTHES DRENCHED IN NARCOTIC BLOOD.
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− | I SUFFER IMMENSE WITHDRAWL FROM THIS
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− | LIQUID ADDICTION.
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− | MY PIERCING EYESIGHT
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− | WOUNDS YOUR DECEITFUL SOUL
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− | AS I SUCK WHATS LEFT OF YOUR DISMAL
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− | LIFE.
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− | == External links ==
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− | * ''[https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9327005/Marilyn-Mansons-love-fears-turned-monster-breaking-heart.html Marilyn Manson's first love fears she turned him into a 'monster' after breaking his heart]'' at DailyMail.
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| [[Category:Females]] | | [[Category:Females]] |
| [[Category:People who have dated Marilyn Manson]] | | [[Category:People who have dated Marilyn Manson]] |