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smothered in van
her smile is an
that illuminates like
her tongue tastes like g
and a chea
her teeth are b
they tear into me
her blood is purp
it stains me like po
her fingers are l
the touch delicat
her ears a
and she hear
her hair is fres
it’s as soft as a
her torso is a fire
it melts down my arm
her legs are
they squeeze my ne
her voice sounds l
it’s delicious and nos
her heart is a
with a smiley face print.
her brain is full of
her thoughts taste
she is a trip t
she is walt di
she lives in a cas
my b
she’s a manifest
and good ole
she’ll be remembe
bigger than
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i’ll remember her a
something that only