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May 2016
Your fingers,
wrapping around my cuffs ripping the seams
That's your revenge it seems
till the hard come down had set in,
what you would scream, now stays within.
You've run through the pipelines in my head.
Sewer dreams.
Let me stay ***** with you.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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   Bailey and Cecil Miller
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