her perfumes like poison on your flesh.
dark red bruises on your thighs
and I don't question why or how you got them,
on the look in your eyes is passion...
I wasn't with you last night.
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her perfumes like poison on your flesh. dark red bruises on your thighs and I don't question why or how you got them, on the look in your eyes is passion... In a listA contest entry
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