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Consumer of hearts, You eat them alive. They beat as they trudge down your throat. Your prisoners climb and attempt to escape. You are ruthless. Cold-blooded. I should know. You have mine.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
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Consumer of hearts, You eat them alive. They beat as they trudge down your throat. Your prisoners climb and attempt to escape. You are ruthless. Cold-blooded. I should know. You have mine.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
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