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Jan 2011
A bitter gun, with bullets so sweet.
A silver lover, fatal kisses tempting.
Misery becomes my disease,
and I become slave to the infection.
How Satan whispers!
How I,
obedient daughter of God, listen.
Shasta Lee
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Shasta Lee
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