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Nov 2012
A girl he adored
His heated passion
Her licentious eyes
Devilish stare
Sin filled mind
A sin he yearned for
If this took him to hell,
He wanted to get
On the fast lane

Do you love me?
Define love he says
Would you die for me?
Aren’t we dead already?
I would live for you
Make you,
More alive than you will ever be
Lets take this trip babe
Filled with debauchery
She lies down
He proceeds.

Sprishya
Sprishya
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Sprishya  M/Minneapolis, MN
(M/Minneapolis, MN)   
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