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Oct 2018
my visit goes far from unnoticed
the bitterness that i hold with spite
you have built your house on my property hoping i would let you stay but i am of the wickedly born
i do not ask for visitors
sweetly the witch will open her doors
for what is the pleasure i owe you?
venting
bonvkiller
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bonvkiller  17/F/ohio
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