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May 2016
DEMONIZE ME, MY DARLING, AND I WILL BECOME YOUR DEMON .
I WILL SIT HERE ON YOUR SHOULDER, DIGGING MY CLAWS INTO THE SOFT SKIN OF YOUR NECK,
DIGGING FOR THE NOT-SO-SOFT MUSCLE UNDERNEATH .
I AM MADE OF FIRE AND LIGHTNING,
I WILL BURN YOU UP.
I HAVE TRIED TO KEEP MY PATIENCE
BUT NOW I'M JUST FED UP.
COME, MY DARLING,
A LITTLE CLOSER,
SO MY VENOM LIPS ARE BY YOUR EAR,
SO MAYBE WHEN I SCREAM YOU WILL FINALLY ******* HEAR.
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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