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He kept it in the fridge On the top shelf On a plastic plate No care for health Opening the door how he would smile But if we looked in there Or mouths would fill with bile It's his most cherished part Y'know when he stole her heart And threw it in the drain Hoping that the rain Would wash away the stain So he kept this part in his fridge A kinda trophy like a kid But only he looks at it As he touches his **** Remembering all the fights Her screaming out into the night For someone to help her now While he slashed and cut And screamed and howled And so he looks into her eyes The fridge light makes them shine As he touches his prize of crime And when he's all spent The fridge door Will close again
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 5:03 AM UTC
Inside The Fridge
He kept it in the fridge On the top shelf On a plastic plate No care for health Opening the door how he would smile But if we looked in there Or mouths would fill with bile It's his most cherished part Y'know when he stole her heart And threw it in the drain Hoping that the rain Would wash away the stain So he kept this part in his fridge A kinda trophy like a kid But only he looks at it As he touches his **** Remembering all the fights Her screaming out into the night For someone to help her now While he slashed and cut And screamed and howled And so he looks into her eyes The fridge light makes them shine As he touches his prize of crime And when he's all spent The fridge door Will close again
Mooncatcher
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 5:03 AM UTC
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