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I breathe in fumes of wrath and stilled impressions.

I gulp shallow and sweet emotions quiver.

I have tasted a feeling more twisted, passionate, and dangerous than even imaginable that lures me in.

Im crashing, but crashing but never felt better.

I taste pleasure and venom.

Your a genius but not even you can calculate the surpassing affection one gets.


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