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You can’t tame this beast inside of me that wears my skin. This monster within knows the secret to making victims give in. Like a werewolf during a full moon, I turn into such a fiend. The only way to stop me is to bury me six feet under in quarantine. Love comes in endless flavors and I’m addicted to tasting them all.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
Flavors of Love
You can’t tame this beast inside of me that wears my skin. This monster within knows the secret to making victims give in. Like a werewolf during a full moon, I turn into such a fiend. The only way to stop me is to bury me six feet under in quarantine. Love comes in endless flavors and I’m addicted to tasting them all.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
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