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Feb 2015
The angels of death
Kiss us softly, briefly, each night.
They taste our ripening flesh
Lick their lips
Cackle to one another
Anticipating the final moment
When they may purge their desire
Devour us
Full mouth and tongue

Tonight's round of temptations...
They missed me.
Written by
Tuesday Pixie
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   ZWS and Ruzica Matic
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