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Aug 2020
-The beast and the unclean *****.

One misty cold morning,
Whilst Ruth was snoring,
An intruder broke into her castle.

He found her all alone,
Within her grand home,
And then brutally ***** the fair damsel.

After he had his way,
He felt intense pain,
And died after his skin had turned purple.
Johnson Oyeniran
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Johnson Oyeniran  29/M/Gillingham, Kent
(29/M/Gillingham, Kent)   
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