CRAWL
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rhaellee
rhaellee Any Tears To Spare?
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There is this girl I like...

CRAWL

There is this girl I like,

Who has the power of the gods when her fists strike.

I like the fire in her death glare,

I like the fire in her death glare, And how the sharp wind blows through her hair.

I like the taste of her kiss,

I like the taste of her kiss, And the length of her kill list.

But most of all,

I like to watch her crawl.

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