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Feb 2015
I could see it on her face
Religion carved into the half moon
of her profile
All of gods
judgmentΒ Β 
in the hollows of her eyes
Cruel sadomasochistic saints
painted on her pursed lips

Neither her graceful ***
nor those unearthly ****
could ever persuade me to
relinquish my oh so mortal self
again

So I ran away
really ******* fast
The Dirty Vanilla
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The Dirty Vanilla
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