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Tattoo
I hear the lion on your arm roar every time you whisper in my ear and melt under the caress of his fierce claws when you touch my skin and make me purr. You'll return to the lair where your lioness waits to challenge and pounce upon you; your roar of defiance cannot erase the whispers she has heard. When I see you again your flesh will be burning.
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