When you kiss me my throat erupts with eternal darkness.
The darkness of passion.
The darkness of death.
The darkness of my own, your own.
Who knew the devil lies behind angel kisses and godly stares.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
When you kiss me my throat erupts with eternal darkness.
The darkness of passion.
The darkness of death.
The darkness of my own, your own.
Who knew the devil lies behind angel kisses and godly stares.
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