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Mar 2018
The wrath inside me
I cannot control,
the monster growls
begging for more.
This sickening pleasure
I inherit from a fiend
of powerful rage
and a delight for fear.
The messed up in me
will soon dominate.
Blood, weeping and misfortune.
Oh, it will be divinely great.
Carolina
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Carolina  25/F/Argentina
(25/F/Argentina)   
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