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My blood runs cold, My thoughts are dark, But you already know, And I've left my mark. Even knowing this, You can't stay away. You wanted one kiss, Now keep yourself at bay. We'll play our sweet games, You'll try to stay gone, But you're already claimed, I'm what you focus on. Your resistance is sweet, You're trying so hard, So you'll be a nice treat, I hold all the cards. Soon you'll give in, And I'll take what's mine. I can wait until then, Until you cross that line.
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