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Death of a Saleslady she was a seller of thoughts the taker of time she would crawl inside your mind and lead you to the edge she was the creator of dreams the Odessa of voyages her touch drew you closer standing on the ledge her kiss was a serpents bite poison on your lips it was only the beginning now you were trapped she could lead you anywhere her wish your command you would beg for just one more until you were firmly slapped you finally realize you awaken the mind begins to clear you begin to see the evil of her ways her purposes rather shady the spell has finally been broken the end of wildest dreams she has been cast out of your world the death of a saleslady Gomer LePoet....
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
Death of a Saleslady
Death of a Saleslady she was a seller of thoughts the taker of time she would crawl inside your mind and lead you to the edge she was the creator of dreams the Odessa of voyages her touch drew you closer standing on the ledge her kiss was a serpents bite poison on your lips it was only the beginning now you were trapped she could lead you anywhere her wish your command you would beg for just one more until you were firmly slapped you finally realize you awaken the mind begins to clear you begin to see the evil of her ways her purposes rather shady the spell has finally been broken the end of wildest dreams she has been cast out of your world the death of a saleslady Gomer LePoet....
a twist on the title of the Arthur Miller play, "Death of a Salesman"
david-nelson
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
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