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Jul 2019
Turn my name into a curse that spills from your lips an essence as sacred as a tragic love story a distinctive accent of a triumph death fillΒ Β the void in my heart with your dark mind color me unholy and claw at my soul with your poisoning words and calloused hands painful pleasure is what you give a dire need for your love.
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Scarlet  15/F
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   Shiv Aradhya Yadav
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