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Jun 2015
When you kiss me my throat erupts with eternal darkness.
The darkness of passion.
The darkness of death.
The darkness of my own, your own.
Who knew the devil lies behind angel kisses and godly stares.
Hannah Fry
Written by
Hannah Fry  Las Vegas, NV
(Las Vegas, NV)   
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