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May 2012
"I'm not a ******* villain," he said as he walked down those lonely staircases and out the door
I wasn't a lover,
I was a victim

A serial killer with an appetite for hearts
holding captive his next hostage,
ready to chew her heart and spit it out
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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