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Edited by
DaySinner
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Tue 03/05/13 10:27 AM
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she bandies the word love
like a child that's found a gun saying *I love you* has no meaning except to lower your defenses and perhaps cofound the senses insatiable desire for popularity she plays with emotions a game, a gift for the masses masked as love, caring, and devotion and if you fall in love then ready to pay the fool for the words she'll speak to you just artifice as a rule she has no shame in her giddy game of who is whom a collector of souls her addictions are how she's controlled she spends all her time at home pretending to be a goddess that we know all too well contemplating with craft her next spin we cannot tell lacking in respect a lady of darkness with heart black as night requires a wide birth yes she'll love to fight but I see no end in sight |
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what a biotch!!
nice write |
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I hate it when they bite !
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Man did you nail it! ...Great job Sinner man!
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This deserves a bump...
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thanks folks. glad you enjoyed!
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'like,like,like'
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take a bow, nicely done sinner! :)
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