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Your sweet succulent whore, I can't obsess anymore. Take of me what you want, always leave me begging for more. Take my heart, take my soul; You leave me craving feeling whole ... No more shadows! You're the light that won't dim or go. Kiss me one last time gently before you go. My sweet sensual succulent whore.
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