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Random poetry

Quit the small talk, follow me to the bedroom i want to rip parts of my heart to you,give you pieces of me. Taste me, feel me, become one with me,write me a letter across your heart..seal it with your blood.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

When you feel like writing sometimes you just don’t want to stop

 

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