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Mar 2014
your my kryptonite
your touch creeps in like poison
sending chills down my spine
slowly erodes my being
call me ms. two face
i tell you i dislike your ****
but i feen for it
i need your poison running through
me to feel like i'm here
just for a moment
being that villain
i feel Alive
Crooklyn Novice
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Crooklyn Novice
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