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Subli-Mate Her

He only advised how better

to cut my own throat

Was in my head,

taking liberties in my sleep,

was humiliated.

Says he's gettin it

Talked to priest.

Says break. Seek help to avoid harm others.

Advised no rage of own,

afraid of abnormal carnal behavior with no trigger

He said pull that trigger

and it runs down my legs

humiliated

 

 

The songs start *** & go with me

Let's get married

Then later Jamie's got a bug

Later still when the saints go marchin in

Things you should know

Memories swirling around **** king

Silver foxes, nasty needle games

to make a Blood Queen

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Written by
yolanda-smith
Published
May 27, 2013
Lines·Words
21·105
Notes

2nd & 3rd Quadrant Revisited; mindgames, gelly surf identity thieves, mental **** coercion

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