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The smells of our *** linger behind my dead eyes as your milky skin curdles under my poisonous breath. This is my love
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
The torture of memory
The smells of our *** linger behind my dead eyes as your milky skin curdles under my poisonous breath. This is my love
JohnM
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
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