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Mar 2015
Id like to see your nails grip the bed or the wall
Behind you with my hand in your hair as we fall
Deep into each other
The daughter of a mother
Your heart could leave mine sundered..
I guess thats the thrill,
Love her till she hates you and your guts are out and spilled
Need her like a weapon in a battle zone of war
Lead her through the temple of your body like a tour..
I hope she likes the architecture..
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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