Everyday I Die
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problems of need i need you obscene dreams in rusty beds no one came here tonight i pulled on me i need to i unstick pages and read i look at pictures of you i smell the lust in my hands everyday i die her favorite trick was to suck me inside oh so very art nouveau completely false feelings of love i don't no one knows but that died years ago i unstick pages and read i look at pictures of you i smell the lust in my hands everyday i die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die
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