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Jul 2018
hungry, i breathe into the veins of your neck
and with my tongue, i taste your flesh.
hot breath stains your skin,
as i run my hands over your porcelain body.
hungry, i tear into you.
as you moan for more,
i know that i have won.
you will be begging
and i will be leaving.
chloe fleming
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chloe fleming  20/F/nowhere
(20/F/nowhere)   
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     Wyatt, Fawn, --- and Edmund black
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