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Jealousy
Jealousy laced with possessory,
Ripping into this thing called me.
She’s like a porcelain doll,
But you kiss,
You kiss those poison lips.
For I may be jealousy laced with possessory,
But she will make you pain laced with insanity.
Ripping into this thing called me.
She’s like a porcelain doll,
But you kiss,
You kiss those poison lips.
For I may be jealousy laced with possessory,
But she will make you pain laced with insanity.
Published 3rd Feb 2015
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