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Clouds Aboveby *biroo87
Cold DecemberPress my hand to yours And scream just for a little whileCold December
Lead you down this broken path And let me rape your mind
You’re tingling with the thrill Forbidden dreams invade
Lean into me and let me in I’ve torn your dress by accident
Fragments of this sex linger This mind dance always haunting
Mingle thoughts and pleasures Your fears taste dark on my tongue
Come with me, baby As your sex fills my mind
A little bit of mind fuck To kill some cold December time
by ~xxCrimsonCloudxx
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“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead. “
-Charles Bukowski
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