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I was focused on those Twitching Hands; Her Black, Sunken Eyes appeared to glow. Moving as if she had Hollow Bones, Limbs Hanging Low. Not one word came from her Lifeless  Mouth. Oh, that Mutilated, Dragging Walk; Only knowing of lies, ***** clothes, And  Senseless  Talk. Cursed with her forever Crawling  Skin, Could ****** with that Chemical Breath. Her Breaking Body frail, Legs too thin Living with Death
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
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I was focused on those Twitching Hands; Her Black, Sunken Eyes appeared to glow. Moving as if she had Hollow Bones, Limbs Hanging Low. Not one word came from her Lifeless  Mouth. Oh, that Mutilated, Dragging Walk; Only knowing of lies, ***** clothes, And  Senseless  Talk. Cursed with her forever Crawling  Skin, Could ****** with that Chemical Breath. Her Breaking Body frail, Legs too thin Living with Death
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
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