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May 2014
She thought about him for a moment still she turned off those emotions as easily as a contract killer puts a bullet between some dumbs ******* eyes.

She said I love like a snake slithers across the floor.
How moths are so very drawn to deaths final flame.
Mad Dog
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Mad Dog  Outskirts Of Town
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