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Jan 2014
The long truth hanged from your neck
The marks were colors of grape
Your back screamed happiness
Deep trenched marks revealed things
Things I wanted
Your face made my chest pound
I want to break free from this
I need to taste your lips on mine
Your skin in my teeth
Your hands on my hip
I want blood on my mind
YV
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