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Jun 2021
He dragged her off by her ankles.
Her roll was done, part played.
Prayer preached.
Her face stained with filth,
As she shaved across the ground.
A song entered his head,
A hymn of nothing
Empty in its divine message.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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