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Jan 2012
With your teeth in my neck
Nothing I can think of
All thoughts turn into little specks
On the surface of a white hot sun
The heatwaves are relentless
Reckless when you step away
I can't imagine anything
Because when you play this game
You don't act the same
And you begin to change

The hate spews from your mouth
Like lava down a volcano
The smoke rises from your body
And that's when I know there ain't no
Changing your mind
There's no changing your mind

You are my
Precious heat seaking missile
Sent from my insides
On a mission with a deadly whistle
Everyone gets back
They know there's nothing that will
Stop your attack
No one tempts a crouching killer
John
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John  28/M/New York
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