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The last hint of sweet perfume in the cold damp air her serine cry empowers you with numbing drunkiness like hundred year old wine dripping to its slow death the cold touch of her flawless hand slowly taking you into darkness with one final kiss of life's breath she steals your soul never to return for her love is final death that hustler the last lover ... 721 pwt
Published 21st Mar 2014
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