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May 2015
i met a martyr once who told me
that gingers aren't born
they're spawned from something unholy
*oh but of course
so when these hands collapse your throat
i will sleep with no remorse
disclaimer: i am not a murderer, a just a ginger who doesn't like being called told he's soulless
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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