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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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     YOUR APPEARANCE INTO MY LIFE HAS STUNG
     My shroud of security destroyed leaving
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     THE VERY DEPTH OF MY SOUL.
     nothing but splinters of bitter feelings
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     MY SHROUD OF SECURITY DESTROYED LEAVING
     and revolting lies.
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     NOTHING BUT SPLINTERS OF BITTER FEELINGS
     <s>My</s>Your unfaithful and dismal part in <s>your</s>this
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     AND REVOLTING LIES.
     life has ripped out <s>■■■■■■■■</s>the very center of my being.
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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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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.

   We sat
   the candles spoke idly in flames
   and our eyes in whispers
   and as the wax melted
   so did our hearts,
   our souls,
   fusing forever.
   
   do you love?
   do you need?
   do you desire?
   I can give you
   LOVE
   I NEED to give you
   LOVE
   You.
   Your love,
   that I DESIRE.
   
   Awake
   Together, we are met and tangled
   like a child's hair.
   A new innocence
   of an old passion,
   and a mouthful of forever
   encompassed in a single
   kiss.
   The flavour of your sould
   on the tip of my tongue,
   and mine on your's
   
   our world
   together
    and
       our
          hands tangled
   like a child's hair.
   Some something
   or some nothing
   
   we are one another's gods
   our bodies are temples
   
   come
   let us worship
   
   SO CAUGHT. SO DEEP     IN LOVE.           SITTING AT A WINDOW
   WATCHING THE RAIN, AND A TEARDROP BURNS ITS WAY DOWN MY CHEEK...
   and i wonder if the sky is crying with me, or for me.

   STANDING HERE,
   MY CLOTHES DRENCHED IN NARCOTIC BLOOD.
   I SUFFER IMMENSE WITHDRAWL FROM THIS
   LIQUID ADDICTION.
   MY PIERCING EYESIGHT
   WOUNDS YOUR DECEITFUL SOUL
   AS I SUCK WHATS LEFT OF YOUR DISMAL
   LIFE.

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