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Oct 2013
Through your fingertips I feel your soul,
the sensation sends my blood surging through my veins,
straight into my beating heart.
I will rip my chest open,
cracking through my ribs,
and let my intoxicated blood rush into the palms of my hungry hands,
just so I can have a taste of your sweet, sweet spirit.
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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   Sia Jane, xxxx and ---
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