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Dec 2015
The lightning has struk
the same place every night.
reaveling loves
true bite.

I love him
and i cannot help myself
i am his trophy
on his shelf

I cooked, i cleaned
I made his bed
I scrubed the house
until i bled
kattrinsart
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kattrinsart  24/F/somewhere in the UK
(24/F/somewhere in the UK)   
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