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Jan 2015
Jealousy laced with possessory,
Ripping into this thing called me.

She’s like a porcelain doll,
But you kiss,
You kiss those poison lips.

For I may be jealousy laced with possessory,
But she will make you pain laced with insanity.
Lexi Dvorak
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Lexi Dvorak  Beyond Imagination
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