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Apr 2013
the sweet taste of blood
the trance that becomes of me
desperate to quench my ******
she splatters life
as if they were nothing
may waste away
half empty..... and me half full
i cry at my hang over
and wash the crimson gray
but yet again she not satisfied
and yet again i cry in vain
kittyka
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kittyka  bangalore
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