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Dec 2014
Lips are on fire.
Oh so not kissable.
The cold ripped them and split them and tore them to bits.
And then a tooth catches hold of a sinewy strand.
It's ripped so much more,
Good God they're so sore.
They bleed.
A vampire, he may be in heaven, self sufficient food supply,
24/7.
(C) Livvi
Bit of silliness x
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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