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I'd slit my wrist for a passionate kiss To touch longing lips And tongue's subtle twist I'd bite the blade deep 'Til the blood starts to drip First slow and then fast like my pulse in such bliss I'd smile as the puddle Grows round my kicks and vision gets muddled Having gotten my fix.
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
Basorexia
I'd slit my wrist for a passionate kiss To touch longing lips And tongue's subtle twist I'd bite the blade deep 'Til the blood starts to drip First slow and then fast like my pulse in such bliss I'd smile as the puddle Grows round my kicks and vision gets muddled Having gotten my fix.
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
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