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you're a lethal toxin underneath pull the cutlass from your sheath a little death never hurt anyone place my hands 'round your gun your kiss is an aimed **** and yet I want to stand still waiting for you to pull the trigger a single look shows your vigor use your scope in the dark we both know I'm your mark aim your sword to my breast you are here at my behest around my neck I'll feel your hands and I will be at your command I want the death you provide cut me now, deep inside
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
A Little Death
you're a lethal toxin underneath pull the cutlass from your sheath a little death never hurt anyone place my hands 'round your gun your kiss is an aimed **** and yet I want to stand still waiting for you to pull the trigger a single look shows your vigor use your scope in the dark we both know I'm your mark aim your sword to my breast you are here at my behest around my neck I'll feel your hands and I will be at your command I want the death you provide cut me now, deep inside
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
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