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The smell of blood
waffled my nostrils
The taste of the rain on my lips
Were like pure punishment to my skin
We made love
No, he feasted on me
He used me,
What a fool I'd been
To think I'll hear...
waffled my nostrils
The taste of the rain on my lips
Were like pure punishment to my skin
We made love
No, he feasted on me
He used me,
What a fool I'd been
To think I'll hear...
