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Jan 2015
My heart is soiled, and filled by ghosts roaming
Traveling the blackened gouged out pathways
A horror t'was to see their mouths foaming
And watch their spectral broken bodies sway

T'was laughable to see me jump in fear
As the moans and groans of tortured souls cried
Their clear eyes become another worlds mirror
And whisper of my regressions I hide

Yet I know I only face my jury
They come hiding behind many dark masks
Locked away in this hell of pure fury
I  close my eyes and take in these cold facts

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Hell hath no fury like a demon torn
Katlyn Orthman
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Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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   Timothy and Kate Irons
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