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Mar 2016
Come, prize this serpentine tongue;
in where men have been known to vagabond.
Why fancy so  l   o   n   g
                               in secret?
Only to deny your landscape,
unto barren desert.
Dared to venture these dark hallways,
where knocked on doors would be answered;
yet your desire remains tussled.
The Ripper
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