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Mar 2014
Can't function, I.... I Can taste the passion in her sweat. Light kisses. Confusion...I can taste the venom in her lipgloss, I feel the hesitation in her heart with every breath.
She takes over control, not allowing my hands to explore her land
Telling me to keep my eyes closed...placing her soul in my hand
Blood pressure rises, rises like the pain of a fever
As she diggs her nails into my skin, as she makes a sceptic out of a believer.
Eyes closed so I can't read her.
Was this all planned? Was I drugged with honesty? Am I just another victim, the captivation of a queen sized cell, holdin a lying man?
my ink absorbs in her body, passionate writings forming on the wall. The sunrise, with goodbyes and kisses. The moment you know she'll never call.

*** was her weapon...small cuts from her seduction, as I attempt to break from these lust chains...Drained from toxic pleasure, infected, deceasing slow.. from a woman's lustful rage.*

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*** kills
Dougie Simps
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Dougie Simps  NYC
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