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Nov 2016
Snakes they slither in your bones, are you feeling all alone?
Encrypted now you see the clues.
Your blood will boil, your skin will bruise.
You’ll forget all known before.
Perhaps a knock will sound at the door.
natalie
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natalie  F/North Carolina
(F/North Carolina)   
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