Raspy, sexified tones began tightening
Like nooses around my throat
A trail of corpses appeared nonexistent
To millions of natural eyes
Catastrophically I was yet another victim
In the pages of ****** that she had composed
She must be found
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
Raspy, sexified tones began tightening
Like nooses around my throat
A trail of corpses appeared nonexistent
To millions of natural eyes
Catastrophically I was yet another victim
In the pages of ****** that she had composed
She must be found
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