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Your cruel device. Your blood, like ice. One look could kill. My pain, your thrill. I want to love you, but I better not touch. I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop. I want to kiss you, but I want it too much. I want to taste you, but your lips are venomous poison. You're poison running through my veins. You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.



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