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She climbs on top, She has lied in waiting for too long Her gorgeous smile infatuates me She is shining so much, I do not recognize the gleam is coming not from Her eyes, but from Her knife. how stupid to think that She would bow down to me. how selfish to believe a simple me, could tame a wild Her. She found weakness in my humanity, She found strength in my pride- She fed off both- even as She watched a rapid red river rush from my neck, She lapped as a parting gift from that gorgeous mouth that crawled on top
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
The price of happiness
She climbs on top, She has lied in waiting for too long Her gorgeous smile infatuates me She is shining so much, I do not recognize the gleam is coming not from Her eyes, but from Her knife. how stupid to think that She would bow down to me. how selfish to believe a simple me, could tame a wild Her. She found weakness in my humanity, She found strength in my pride- She fed off both- even as She watched a rapid red river rush from my neck, She lapped as a parting gift from that gorgeous mouth that crawled on top
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
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