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Jan 24, 2012
@ 9:10 pm
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We touch, I feel a rush;
We clutch, it isn’t much.
But it’s enough to make me wonder what’s in store for us.
It’s lust, it’s torturous.
You must be a sorceress ‘cause you just did the impossible:
Gained my trust.
Don’t play games; it’ll be dangerous if you fuck me over.
‘Cause if I get burnt I’ll show you what it’s like to hurt
‘Cause I been treated like dirt before you.
And love is “evol.”
Spell it backwards. I’ll show you.