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Fey Torres Dec 2014
It burned as it went down my throat,
It was warm when It settled in
It was a rush when it finally hit me
But by that time you were in glory
Vulnerable to anything
This is not me
My blood flushes through my body faster than ment to be  
losing control, enjoying this lust
Maybe who I was isn't really who im supposed to be
I want this to be me
Oscar was here

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