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Mar 2014
Come to me my dear,
and I will make things clear,
pushing you down the path,
into my sadistic wrath.
I'll let you believe what you want,
as I watch your naivety flaunt,
but there is a sinister thought,
which I hope you haven't caught,
and a horrible idea,
for which there is no panacea.

So follow me my sweet,
I'll be sure to watch you,
let me take you to my street,
as you believe the ******* I spew.
So don't you dare,
begin to trust me for a minute,
I'll harm every hair,
as my explicit thoughts are infinite.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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