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Blue flames licking at your ****** feet, Heavy smoke filling the small room, What are you doing here? Nerves tickling as they feel the intense heat, Realising the end of your life is soon, What are you dreaming of, my dear?
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
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Blue flames licking at your ****** feet, Heavy smoke filling the small room, What are you doing here? Nerves tickling as they feel the intense heat, Realising the end of your life is soon, What are you dreaming of, my dear?
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Malaysia
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
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