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Nov 2013
Pinned and wriggling on a wall,
She takes his breath with a single horizontal slice;
She reaches in his throat
And pulls out his every whim and desire
To live, to die, to fight.
She smears it across her face
And with a single touch of lips,
His last breath is drawn out
And devoured by her peripheral soul.
His beard is ******:
Just how she desired it so.
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   Joe Mazzurco and Nik Roberts
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