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Dec 2012
Rot
My swollen soul.
My bruised heart.
I've dug the hole.
I hope you rot.
Oh, and you look so pretty
under my dress.
Don't make me grieve.
Oh, please do it again.
Burned to your fire -
We must never be apart.
By Aurora (Jordyn K Ganes )
old
flynt
Written by
flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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