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Jul 2015
I don't call the shots,
I am the ammunition to his rifle,
Shooting down barriers that try to block us from our foreign land,
They working for me to pay them attention,
But I'm too hypnotize watching him ****** me,
I'm a human disguise chocolate ******* vampire,
Feeling such a weak monster,
I bit him once,
Now I want him more,
He scoped me right under his spell,
So interlaced with his touch and his serene vibe,
I let him have me easily,
I'm so hot in this cold world,
And he's such a beast in this jungle,
No wonder he's the only king that exist in my third eye.
Written by
Neptune  PA
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