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She's hiding beneath the cold mortuary table. Her contents spilled over the slab. Took a stab in the dark as she strolled through the park. On her way home from work. Some kinda **** grabbed the ****** for slaughter. ****** got grabbed by the miserable pedlar. Passed on his bike, waving his knife. Nobody saw him despatching his ***** Precious and beautiful Bountiful bubbly. Neath the image portrayed. Dry skin and cold scores. The **** trade, just a little bit sordid. Told her **** she weren't happy. Pulled out a knife. Slaughtered her ripped her, Ended her life. Under the table hid the ****** Life lost. Bad man. Bad company. Accompanied him to a life full of sin. She didn't know, she just had to go. (c)Livvi
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
THE LADY ON THE TABLE
She's hiding beneath the cold mortuary table. Her contents spilled over the slab. Took a stab in the dark as she strolled through the park. On her way home from work. Some kinda **** grabbed the ****** for slaughter. ****** got grabbed by the miserable pedlar. Passed on his bike, waving his knife. Nobody saw him despatching his ***** Precious and beautiful Bountiful bubbly. Neath the image portrayed. Dry skin and cold scores. The **** trade, just a little bit sordid. Told her **** she weren't happy. Pulled out a knife. Slaughtered her ripped her, Ended her life. Under the table hid the ****** Life lost. Bad man. Bad company. Accompanied him to a life full of sin. She didn't know, she just had to go. (c)Livvi
This came to me before sleep last night...I have never been a ****** **
olivia-kent
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
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