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"madolins" poems
i hope one day, someone slices your fingers. madolins them like onions. and they cut through your Bones, and don't stop till your hands are gone, just big Knobby wrists on arms.
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Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
calista-holden
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i hope one day, someone slices your fingers. madolins them like onions. and they cut through your Bones, and don't stop till your hands are gone, just big Knobby wrists on arms.
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