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May 2015
Her skin was showing blue and red
Her head was marked by a mark of the dead

She giggled a fake and horrible sound
Her body was nothing but suddenly bound

She took off her dress slowly but sure
Producing a sight no mere man could endure

Her ways were always like this
Impressing with grace and killing

with a kiss
Women...
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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   --- and Andrew Tinkham
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