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Jan 2015
I take pride in this heart of stone,
Even if it means being alone.
While fools revel in the idea of "our",
I will recline and enjoy my power.
And though lust is a meal I often devour,
You'll mean nothing to me by the end of the hour.
lX0st
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lX0st  F/Detroit
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