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A Memory

 
Nails gently scraping my scalp as
Hands gathering my hair up into a single firm grip
The other hand looping my metal belt around my throat
Their smirk deepening as they pull me closer
Such a perfect moment where their lips touch mine
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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