DONT MIND ME HANING FROM THE RAIN PIPES. BABE. I WONT LET GO. I HEAR THE AIRPLANES CRASHING TO MY WINDOW. INTO DREAMS THEY CANT SPOIL. ANYMORE. THAN YOU DID ALREADY. EVERY TIME I SEE MY MAC COMPUTER IT MAKES ME SMILE. CAUSE. NO. BOY ILL NEVER LOVE YOU MORE. LICKING RAIN FROM GLASS. MY FINGERS COME FROM ALL THE WAY TO STRANGLE YOUR CHEST. NAILS DIG INTO THE BACK OF YOUR NECK. CRACK RIBS. KISS LIPS.
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