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Aug 2013
He would walk into clubs
And watch
The under-aged girls chugging down
Adult shots
Waiting for men to fill them up
Clinking their glasses
And ***** filled cups
He would ****** them
They would misuse him
He'd pay for all the liquor
They required
After all their lush fits
They would taste the harm that he desired
Waiting for men to feel them up
He'd take them to a field
So he could play
Soon enough
Cold their bodies would lay
Waiting for him to pick them up
Chunks of hair
He would tuck
Into his pockets
No or stop they never yelled
To deep within his spell
Waiting for help
But had no luck
His body shook
As he'd erupt
Waiting for sirens to shut them up
Oh the voices in his head
He would walk into clubs
And leave out with girls he knew
Were sure to be dead
Naomi Sa'Rai
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Naomi Sa'Rai
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