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i am the one you left for dead
hear my breathing now instead
watch me slither in your bed
you can't deny me 'til i'm fed
sense me
making, planning what's in store
sense me
slipping, being your private whore
i am the one you broke and cursed
sense my lust about to burst
we both know i ain't the first
you can't deny my lovethirst
feel me
banging, knocking on your door
feel me
shivering, shaking; inside once more
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