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He was afraid of the reflections of hell that could be seen on her fiery red lipstick. Forgiveness that is unlikely, her last words to him burnt him from the inside. Her heart was a game to him, and now he'll have to beg for his life to win it.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
Hell of A Woman
He was afraid of the reflections of hell that could be seen on her fiery red lipstick. Forgiveness that is unlikely, her last words to him burnt him from the inside. Her heart was a game to him, and now he'll have to beg for his life to win it.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
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