When you kiss her skin do you think of me?
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Perfect Kind of Hell
Poesía'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
thrity seven
When you kiss her skin do you think of me?
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