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Sep 2014
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I walk along the breasted path

The flesh filled dream the swarthy skin

I love the dance of innocence

The dark red eyes

The knife scarred face

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The neon stars above the beach

The gentle moans of lovers still

Call to me to be among

The *** soaked smell  of pumping hips

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To see again those drug glazed eyes !

To hear of dreams and fantacies

A day not at the factory

A night not at the prison wall

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Oh my love ! Now ! We meet !

Your perfect form    Your open mouth

An escape from living hell

Is your aura's holy spell

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A moment here between the time

Of rebirth's song and urgent death

Your heaving ******* your swarthy skin


The fleshly dream of innocence

The dark red eyes

The knife scarred face

The way you moan as you pump your hips
Written by
jeffrey robin
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   NitaAnn
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