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Emma Nicole Mar 2016
Our heat is rising in this room
My mood breaks as the waves
Destruction is inevitable
You should not have done that
My mind and the wind swirl
Faster and faster, no brakes on this ride
You were not prepared
But you caused this **** anyways
I am a natural disaster
Don't pick up the pieces from my storm
There will be too many to count
My broken heart will never be the same
Emma Nicole Mar 2016
I have broken into many graves
Stolen peace from lifeless bodies
What I am searching for is not there
Emma Nicole Mar 2016
Let my lust rise up
As incense before you
Listen to these hymns
From my ***** mouth

Say your prayers
When you kiss my neck
Tithe to me
But give one hundred percent

Take and eat
My body and my blood
I am drunk
On this communion wine

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