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Jan 2014
Roses are Red.
Violets are Blue.
No I will not *******.
Roses are Red.
Cactuses are Green.
I want to rip out your ******* spleen.
Roses are Red.
Some are white
I hope you choke and die tonight.
Roses are Red.
Thorns are thick.
I want to casterate your two inch ****.
Roses are red.
Your blood is too.
Because I just ******* killed you.
Marina
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Marina  Delawhere?
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