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tearing his soul to shreds,
devouring his lust,
he tastes like candy, rich, bittersweet chocolate
He may never get to know the truth.
We shall see
But for now, I know how desperately he needs me and is enjoying the ride.
Either way, I still care for him more than he understands.
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