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Jun 2013
Even if your hands were stealing my breath
I'd still love you to death
every kiss is a weakness
every touch is a must
deadly love affair
tainted with lust
cold hearted
with a charming soul
the kind who could make me
lose all sense of self control
a devil who could possess
a lover who could excite
as well as depress

Even with your hands around my neck
I would still love you to death
**until I lose my final breath
© Natali Veronica 2013.
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