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Jul 2013
You

There are so many words I could pull out of my fingertips.
Passion that fills my lungs
Shadowed *** filled air breathing through me
Waking up that sleepy side that never knew
The heated intensity that you've always called to
Soft lips and sharp teeth capturing your need
******* and biting it into an inferno

I want to go down in flames together
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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   David Crum, --- and Brandon
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