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Mar 2016
You only get to meet her once,her being the kiss of death.
In my case she's kissed me more than once, whether by fate or not, her poison did not put me in slumber for eternity,her kisses only devour me with endless pain, suffering and has me constantly clawing at my skin. I feel it, knocking at every possible point from within.
Zade B
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Zade B  Johannesburg
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