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Aug 2015
He bites his ears clean off  
And swallows them bite by bite
Since he isn't full yet
He starts to bite each one of our ears
Then before we can breathe
Without even speaking
Just as he's finishing devouring our flesh  
Moves his tongue behind hid lips in a a circular motion  
Then once more
"With a frosty cool around my glass
Your blood would freeze well to my tongue, amazing!"
Chelsea Spears
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