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Sep 2014
**** me dead
i'd be satisfied dying with you inside of me
we melt the sun
we ARE the sunrise
choke me
i trust you rough with my tiny body
you **** me best with the meaning every soul lacked
my body is warm on yours
let's move to Alaska for an excuse to always touch
you know how to make my toes curl //
your lust could start wildfires all over this town
let's burn it all down
our bodies blow up in smoke
inhale me
Breanna Hermann
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Breanna Hermann  Glendale, AZ
(Glendale, AZ)   
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