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Aug 2015
How he loves her, he's her anchor.
"If it wasn't for me you know"
He keeps her safe upon the path.
It's what he wants her to think.
The path she walks upon is lined with stones of diamonds.
Which catch the gift of sparkling light, apparently.
The light is just that, the only thing just about survives.
He thrives on his manipulation of her subservient position.
The lady of the house
He tells her that he loves her and he will never leave.
"No way".
In point of fact the *******'s playing a game of make believe.

He thinks he's a pilot, a ****** rudder.
Guiding the country badly.
A perverse person, who loves to take control.
He is a raging sadist, while ******* she is.
He beats her hard and makes her play, with bits and bobs she dare not say.
Makes her keep it to herself.
Upon the threat of imminent death, which f course will be well covered.
Wouldn't do to be discovered.
How dare she disgrace his position and say.
Politicians smile hides his other side away.
Nonces, ponces. abusers.
All for one and one for all.
Old boy network.
Bunch of jerks.
Livvi
This is purely invented drivel, just messing about with words x
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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   Haydn Swan and Mike Essig
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