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The predator invading my thighs did not care for words It burned me with smug smiles and cold hands, carpet covered in dog **** pressing against my back. Turning my sanctuary into my prison, my own flesh into fear, made my body need healing. It punctured me with your venom but no one has ****** it out yet, trust me, I've made them try.
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Snake in the Grass. (reading this is not a good idea)
The predator invading my thighs did not care for words It burned me with smug smiles and cold hands, carpet covered in dog **** pressing against my back. Turning my sanctuary into my prison, my own flesh into fear, made my body need healing. It punctured me with your venom but no one has ****** it out yet, trust me, I've made them try.
emilyw
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
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