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LuxuriaShe sitsLuxuria
And watches as if she werent there Her leg bent and propped
Against the table by the side A cigarette between her lips as she listens She blows the smoke out the window As her eyes go back to the scene in front of her Their legs tangled with
Each others Breath became hot Skin became sticky
Shes seen it before Straying lips And chasing fingers Bodies fumbling to find each other She lets the smoke escape through her nose Her lips too proud to part She can still smell it The liquid aphrodisiac It coats


not when we're dead.chest tightens. insides squirm. it feels like diving with spaghetti in your stomach. only, more stuck up in your throat.not when we're dead.
breath after breath it worsens a little more. daylight fades from your eyes like an eclipse, stealing away the sun, but it's really just the spiral pulling you downdowndown into obliviousness.
body trembles. arms are heavy. it feels like sitting in a deep-freeze until you go numb. only, more wishing it were a drawer at the morgue.
you, i, we can't escape.
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Be my friend just by clicking [link] ???? ◕ ω ◕
But your gallery is kinda
well...
amazing.
Marry me?
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"It's not a movie, no private screening,
This method acting, well, I call that living..."
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"It's not a movie, no private screening,
This method acting, well, I call that living..."
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I utter lilac shrieks, and scarlet bellowings.
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