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Dec 2012
She is an eater of souls
bread crumbs trace her lips
men flock like starving gulls to feed
blinded by the *****
they never see it coming
she swoops in, a thief in the night
poised in true form
haggard, ghastly
shrieking of her defilement
beautiful nails become fierce talons
pearl white teeth, razor sharp fangs
silk woven hair turned rotting corpse
hourglass figure, emaciated nightmare
and she
devours them whole
No idea where these come from...
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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