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Mar 2016
Just like all the other bad habits you appear just when I thought I was in the clear.

Now face to face with drinks between
Mind flooded with images from past lustful mornings and sleepless nights

I cut you to the core was a pick up line
You'd leave me on the floor waiting to die after you ****** sweet nector so you could servive.

Another vampire you are, disguised
Your victims have no chance because you wrap yourself in women's light.

You are the same as all the others in past lives. You got your piece.. I feel it missing from me. But as you float on ******* life to live. I create it so Peace. You make me sick.

Mirror flip. Enough said. :(
Quinchet
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Quinchet  Allentown, PA
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