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Nov 2018
I blew my cigarette smoke into her face,
Both of our faces held smiles.

Both of us held our breath in the back seat of my car.

The windows were fogged up,
Her hand prints smeared across the glass,
Creating perverted pictures.

Our voices cracked slightly, hers high pitched, mine more of growls and grunts.

It was just your everyday ***.
Demons
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Demons  21/The Void
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