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Dec 7
Oh!
don’t worry, honey.
i may play with
my sighs

but it doesn’t
mean, I’ll play
with dinner

Oh!
i might just
eat you alive
Without any fuss

so, may us,
lay beneath the
night’s ***** gleam  

Oh!
I can’t wait; for
That feeling of
My teeth sinking  

A man loses his
Judgment, when he
Hears no objection  

Oh!
Our Lord knows
No sinners, a true
First love: the cannibal’s
******
Written by
FatherCookie  20/M/United States
(20/M/United States)   
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