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Party was at 6pm? I'll fashionably late 6:03pm So many faces I stare into them and see falsehoods. "Punch, "I would like nothing more. My mind wonders as I envision my blooded palm, Hearing screams in senseless abandonment. I pause and take a glass, here I say in forced smiles. "Hi Matt, "Hi Angie, Each given a bottle, "Sorry I don't drink alcohol? "No worries here's some bottled punch, I watch each in their greed anesthetizes my mind. And I smile, and I breath, what a wonderful day Tomorrow will bring. "You ok Lucy? "I don't feel so good, "Can I tell you a secret? "Yes, "I poisoned each bottle that you all drank, Like a dead flower she folds in front of me. Devine terror as I sit drinking my water, legs folded I give a little wave, slightly camp some could say. And then there is silence.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Fashionably Late For Silence
Party was at 6pm? I'll fashionably late 6:03pm So many faces I stare into them and see falsehoods. "Punch, "I would like nothing more. My mind wonders as I envision my blooded palm, Hearing screams in senseless abandonment. I pause and take a glass, here I say in forced smiles. "Hi Matt, "Hi Angie, Each given a bottle, "Sorry I don't drink alcohol? "No worries here's some bottled punch, I watch each in their greed anesthetizes my mind. And I smile, and I breath, what a wonderful day Tomorrow will bring. "You ok Lucy? "I don't feel so good, "Can I tell you a secret? "Yes, "I poisoned each bottle that you all drank, Like a dead flower she folds in front of me. Devine terror as I sit drinking my water, legs folded I give a little wave, slightly camp some could say. And then there is silence.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
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