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Dec 2013
The leather caresses my back
You are my luscious snack
That which I lust after
Yet quite hate it thereafter
You remind me of my weakness
And teach me to forgo my meekness
The scars on my back never fade
Just like my other friend the blade
Frosted Flowers
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Frosted Flowers  20/F/Singapore
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   ---, Dark Smile and GaryFairy
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