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Nov 2020
Sad saw .
Do you wish?
For what your eyes saw?
Impossibility, blooded.
Clean?
Do you know?
The blinded hacksaw?
Is all that you're to be.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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