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Rain comes the flood from her eyes and she tries to resist desire Torment disguised as a love as a friend as her lover Rain drops falling down touch the ground cold as ice extinguished her fire He touched her face and she bites and she screams and she cries but it doesn't matter And she tries to hit him hard to make it stop as the clothes are ripped apart She does not like the taste of *** his dead eyes how he cringes her hand doesn't matter Doesn't matter she screams she cries she's passed out but he keeps making "love"
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
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Rain comes the flood from her eyes and she tries to resist desire Torment disguised as a love as a friend as her lover Rain drops falling down touch the ground cold as ice extinguished her fire He touched her face and she bites and she screams and she cries but it doesn't matter And she tries to hit him hard to make it stop as the clothes are ripped apart She does not like the taste of *** his dead eyes how he cringes her hand doesn't matter Doesn't matter she screams she cries she's passed out but he keeps making "love"
jan-harak
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
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