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Jan 2016
QUIETLY
THEY CREPT
INTO HIS ROOM
AND THEY CLIMBED
ONTO HIS BED AND THEY
STUCK WOODEN PINS INTO
HIS SKIN AND THEN DOUSED HIM
IN GASOLINE AND THEY TOOK A LIGHTER
AND LIT HIM UP LIKE CANDLES ON A BIRTHDAY
CAKE WHILE HE SLEPT WITH NO IDEA HE WAS BURNING ALIVE
CE
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CE  19/M/merrily on high
(19/M/merrily on high)   
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     CE, Blueboyfly and Parker
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