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Last Escape
once lost in the addictive grunge sway of sensually gyrating bronze bodies but it wasn't reality twice tasted the tempestuous lips of forbidden love that sears the soul but it could never work though when came this doppleganger sister and the chance to trade my life for lies that love was right and true diving, I knew: thinking of Dawn's hopeful face I left, a broken person but I left a better place
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