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i would **** for you — you know ,, ? stain my white dress in red : for you .                      . blood dripping down a knife i would swear i never held . but they would end up catching me of course , they always do — and the devil would sneer , disappointed , lace dress tight — her lips curled in painted pink , when everything seems so h o t .            . because                she knows that while i would **** for you, i would never,                        ever die.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
the devil drinks red wine and likes to lie to little girls
i would **** for you — you know ,, ? stain my white dress in red : for you .                      . blood dripping down a knife i would swear i never held . but they would end up catching me of course , they always do — and the devil would sneer , disappointed , lace dress tight — her lips curled in painted pink , when everything seems so h o t .            . because                she knows that while i would **** for you, i would never,                        ever die.
"well here we are again, its always such a pleasure" i saw that funny tumblr post that said "its hotter than the devils p*ssy in here"
unlovedprincess
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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