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CONSUMMATED SIMPLICITY 09/01/22, 12:58 - 1:20 am   ~ by Debi Lyn    
I don't care about how your lips look like but for me your pink lips are unending waterfall of sweet nectar that I wish to suck to quench thirst of my distraught mind I wish to fall asleep
I am toxic. Everything I touch I kill, and not in a poetic murder 
your slowly intoxicating my head no words can describe what has been to my brain, fed your slowly intoxicating my mind arguing with myself wether your feeling is healthy, or if im blind.
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