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Her hands grasped violently against his face as she begged for air, But he determined she was not worthy, A grand mistake she had made, putting her life in his hands, And for what? Mere ****** gratification? For he was a foul beast, Yet he was not a selfish lover, As the last breath of life left her she began to ****** Closing her eyelids he whispered lovingly into her ear, "You're welcome"
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
True love
Her hands grasped violently against his face as she begged for air, But he determined she was not worthy, A grand mistake she had made, putting her life in his hands, And for what? Mere ****** gratification? For he was a foul beast, Yet he was not a selfish lover, As the last breath of life left her she began to ****** Closing her eyelids he whispered lovingly into her ear, "You're welcome"
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
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