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     <s>My</s>Your unfaithful and dismal part in <s>your</s>this
 
     <s>My</s>Your unfaithful and dismal part in <s>your</s>this
 
     life has ripped out <s>■■■■■■■■</s>the very center of my being.
 
     life has ripped out <s>■■■■■■■■</s>the very center of my being.
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    ----
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    Hair cascades over her
 +
   
 +
    face
 +
   
 +
    like
 +
   
 +
    some immaculate waterwall.
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 +
    And her body
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    is sprinkled with
 +
    the dew-drop wetness
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    I have come to love.
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    And I am caught between this
 +
    beauty
 +
    and the desire to make it
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    mine.
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 +
   
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    Her knuckles are tight
 +
    and white,
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    with fistfulls of me
 +
    in either hand
 +
    and somewhere in
 +
    the distance below us
 +
    (some other place, other time)
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    her clothes lie
 +
    crumpled in a
 +
    rainbow mass.
 +
   
 +
   
 +
    kiss my face
 +
    and kiss my face
 +
    your legs glide against my
 +
    chest
 +
    and wrap around my waist
 +
    they're hosed in lace.
 +
    tear up my face
 +
    and tear up my face
 +
    your lips tear me up
 +
    like crepe
 +
   
 +
    and you go down
 +
    against my neck,
 +
    your lashes
 +
    crawling across my skin like
 +
    spiders.
 +
   
 +
    And I'm so deep inside
 +
    too deep
 +
    and
 +
    down
 +
    I think I could drown.
  
 
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Michele Greenberg
Also known as Rachelle
Born 1966


Michele Greenberg, is also known as "Rachelle" in 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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   Your appearance into my life has stung
   the very depth of my soul.
   My shroud of security destroyed leaving
   nothing but splinters of bitter feelings
   and revolting lies.
   MyYour unfaithful and dismal part in yourthis
   life has ripped out ■■■■■■■■the very center of my being.
   ----
   Hair cascades over her
   
   face
   
   like
   
   some immaculate waterwall.
   And her body
   is sprinkled with
   the dew-drop wetness
   I have come to love.
   
   And I am caught between this
   beauty
   and the desire to make it
   mine.
   
   
   Her knuckles are tight
   and white,
   with fistfulls of me
   in either hand
   and somewhere in
   the distance below us
   (some other place, other time)
   her clothes lie
   crumpled in a
   rainbow mass.
   
   
   kiss my face
   and kiss my face
   your legs glide against my
   chest
   and wrap around my waist
   they're hosed in lace.
   tear up my face
   and tear up my face
   your lips tear me up
   like crepe
   
   and you go down
   against my neck,
   your lashes
   crawling across my skin like
   spiders.
   
   And I'm so deep inside
   too deep
   and
   down
   I think I could drown.

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