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Nov 2018
I'll touch your soul with these ***** words
I'll eat your sadness with my hands and lick my fingers after
I'll kiss you in my mother tongue, and you will understand everything

While the words has a way of
making your clothes fall off

I'll lick your ***** part of your soul and embrace it after
I'll make your body numb, and slice it all the way in with my sadist words
I'll make you understand how beautiful your moan and make it my favorite poet
I'll love you until the very last drop of my white intension

~ Eleven
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Eleven
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       Em MacKenzie and Fawn
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