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It sears red It sears Across my chest, bursting through Charging out into shaky hands Sharp voice and dark eyes Deadly, I hope they are, deadly That people are so cruel Inhumane It's beyond my comprehension That sick pleasure Sadists. What's it to you ******** Were you abused in kitten-hood? Did it teach you to pounce? You sharpened your claws But your teeth are broken And I am just about ready to snap that little neck
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
The ********
It sears red It sears Across my chest, bursting through Charging out into shaky hands Sharp voice and dark eyes Deadly, I hope they are, deadly That people are so cruel Inhumane It's beyond my comprehension That sick pleasure Sadists. What's it to you ******** Were you abused in kitten-hood? Did it teach you to pounce? You sharpened your claws But your teeth are broken And I am just about ready to snap that little neck
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
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