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Return Mail: Scrape-Scrape-Scrape

I remember you saying it, but I didn't listen to you. I was caught up in your beauty, and your fragrance, and the sweet smell of your blood, that I never realised how I was killing myself, for you. You said it so many times, "lions are meant for cages, to look at, exclaim, fantasize… Continue reading Return Mail: Scrape-Scrape-Scrape