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Mar 2014
He lives with his soul in the grave
Popping buttons - ripping blouses
Can’t resist the crave

Loving in the shadows
Preying in the light

Bubbling with laughter
While the world burns beneath him.

Honey forget your dread
Slip and slide those hands all over
All over - want that fire lit

Get that fire lit
Take me hard
Take me down

The words exploded
They raked at his insides
And ripped their way out

There he goes laughing
At the shards of tears
And glint of ****** streams.
Alexandra of Old
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