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She Devil
My pulse has been rising, my temples are pounding. The pressure is so overwhelming, and building fast. She'll steal your breath, until it's your last. She's a devil, with such class. She makes your senses, fade, and shiver. She's nothing but a devil. She'll be trouble, just you wait you'll see.
Friday 15th May 2015 1:02 am
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