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Apr 2018
Silky hair even when not washed

Beautiful round eyes that shimmer at the site of something it loves

A beating heart that matches mine in sync

Icy cold fingers that latch around mine in a blink

Bash the buttons as you play with my hair

And hold me tightly to make me aware

**** the mutant creatures as you kiss me ever so lovingly

Feel my blood pumping as you rip my heart out ever so slowly

Beauty in a controller
because that’s all you play
my heart and the joystick
it’s all yours
it’s your game
Paris
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Paris  14/F
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