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My Very Own (Version 1)

CONSUMED BY THE ******

HANGED BY THEIR SINS.

THEIR UNMISTAKEND FAULTS.

AND YET, NOT ONE SOUL CLAIMED.

THEIR WORDS BROKEN AND SEWN BACK

TOGETHER WITH THEIR DISEASED FANTASIES.

THEY WERE ***** FOR THEIR PLEASURE.

DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE?

WHO ARE THEY TO JUDGE

WHAT IS REAL AND WHO

FINISHES THE DEED?

ALL IS LEFT DECAYED

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Jun 14, 2010
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