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i am imagining my guts spilt all over your bedroom floor; and you are licking my skin clean of all the ***** blood - but the bones are all white and strong, built tough from the labored years of having a life not worth living. you will pick your teeth with them and call the police - tell them: there's been an emergency... i'm a killer, stone cold killer and there is no blood on my hands
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
when i was in love
i am imagining my guts spilt all over your bedroom floor; and you are licking my skin clean of all the ***** blood - but the bones are all white and strong, built tough from the labored years of having a life not worth living. you will pick your teeth with them and call the police - tell them: there's been an emergency... i'm a killer, stone cold killer and there is no blood on my hands
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
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