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I woke up with the taste of you on my lips
the smell of you on my finger tips
the coldness of you touch
this is the most painful thing I have done
I need you to know this to be true
My succubi has perched above my bed
swooped into my dreams nestled in my head
I know you are watching I know you are aware
I know when I am sleeping you are always there




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