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Nov 2019
Dead
Your eyes are poison,
Your smile is death.
Your touch is toxic;
Venomous, your breath.

And though I, in us, shouldn't pertain,
I want you to **** me over and over again.
Written by
Felix Andlar  M
(M)   
135
   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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