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Jan 2016
I was your living nightmare you said
I get to stab you every now and then
I get to **** you more often.

Your eyes were glistening with tears
As I became your righteous fears

Long I stood,
Your heart in feud
Your soul infused.

Darkness plays,
Your voice inflames.

I was your living nightmare after all.
Demential Mademoiselle
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Demential Mademoiselle  PH
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