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May 2010
That look you have.
Those gun shot staring,
never gonna forget this,
blood diamond sparkle,
type of eyes.

That perfect slit
that hides your tongue.
Red cherry massacre
whispering my name.
Written by
David J Martin
759
   R Julleitta and Sarah Lyn
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