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Jan 2017
i want to be your angel
you bring out the sin in me
i'm stuck in a k-hole when i'm with you
right where i want to be

lines that blur and lines that burn,
dark liquors make your stomach churn,
his tongue has never felt more right,
falling down the k-hole tonight.
aphrodite
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aphrodite  Non-binary
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