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Apr 2016
It's.
A trap,
the little lady
sings sweet cyanide songs.
Drawing lost lambs softly, quietly.
To slaughter them. Quite rightly.

Their names'll be forgotten anyway.
Who said that snakes were the only deceivers?
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
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