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Jun 2013
Him
Dont tell me how you're opposed
to the things that you do.
Each night We stay up
thanks to Our fear of you.

Then you sing me to sleep
with your lullaby of lies:
that it's because you care,
that it's because I don't try.

And just one will stay up
to satisfy you,
to feed your desire,
because you taught her to.

But do not worry,
We'll have Our revenge!
We will come back for you,
We will bring forth your end.
Gerudo
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Gerudo  22/F/Somewhere, Hopefully
(22/F/Somewhere, Hopefully)   
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