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Feb 2012
You transfix me quite, young child.
And though I find myself drowning in the pit of fire that fabricates your gaze
there isn’t a moment I do not wish I could die in it.
..And let my demise be brought closer and closer to me;
as my skin burns ever so slowly.. until my body is completely engulfed in the fire of your passion.

I love you Jane Eyre.
**** me.
Lealend Elisabeth
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Lealend Elisabeth
   Dante and Dolores L Day
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