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Aug 2014
I'll pull out your hairs
one by one
Then I'll go for your tongue
And its all too fun
Cause now you'll realize
I'm omitting you
from this earth
As I bury you
in 6ft of dirt.
(I'll put stickers on your rotting corps, & grow flowers on your grave.)
Nameless
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Nameless  martin, TN
(martin, TN)   
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