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Her pale skin is painted with blood, And her mouth had the most twisted grin. As she stood over the body, That was once her lover. She felt Jealousy, Anger but no sadness. The clock on the wall ticks As time goes by. Tick. Tick. Tick. Time sure flies when your killing time.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
Killing Time
Her pale skin is painted with blood, And her mouth had the most twisted grin. As she stood over the body, That was once her lover. She felt Jealousy, Anger but no sadness. The clock on the wall ticks As time goes by. Tick. Tick. Tick. Time sure flies when your killing time.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
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