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Sep 2014
His eyes were an abyss
That I couldn't help
But fall into them

The soft charcoal black
Rimmed by even darker lashes
A flirty smirk
A careful poke on the nose

Each smile from him
Pulling me in
Further

o.g.
He use to say he wanted me.
Oliver Grey
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Oliver Grey  Ruler of Hell
(Ruler of Hell)   
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