Gleam.
I want that sparkle.
Hatred.
The kind that feels like love
Sultry.
Tossed off in public but we both know…
Facinator.
The hat and the kind of person.
Suck.
All of it out of you and I will.
Or it will.
Or they will.
Choose me.
Blood.
Your juice.
My life.
Tastes small
Compared to
One
Night
One gleaming hate filled fascinating night where you suck the truth out of me
I love you-
Like I love
Clean teeth..
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