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Listen to these whispers you're going to find a terror you haven't encountered in your peaceable years in your masculine form wait with baited breath on the edges the blood will flow slowly so don't move just yet i'm not done you'll cry out and i'll smile softly to myself as if I had any mercy or will to unbind you you have made yourself mine by the bitterness you've instilled therefore weakening your state strengthening my blood my taste my bite my dominance so cry out as if I have mercy as if there is anything that will stanch the flow of blood at this given moment and know just know i'm not done
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Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 7:31 AM UTC
I'm Not Done.
Listen to these whispers you're going to find a terror you haven't encountered in your peaceable years in your masculine form wait with baited breath on the edges the blood will flow slowly so don't move just yet i'm not done you'll cry out and i'll smile softly to myself as if I had any mercy or will to unbind you you have made yourself mine by the bitterness you've instilled therefore weakening your state strengthening my blood my taste my bite my dominance so cry out as if I have mercy as if there is anything that will stanch the flow of blood at this given moment and know just know i'm not done
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Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 7:31 AM UTC
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