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i told hershe had a facelike a motherchiseled byfine neptuneshe reached out to mein motherlybranchesmilky waystar inmy eyesthey told hershe had aface ..
the doctor handswere the devil'she gave memy willaqua redwhen i was conceivedchose the peoplefor my life?new life casted lineto tear people's pinkcoa..
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DON'T HATE ME.
I watched a documentary on the serial killer Myra Hindley, and I had a spark of inspiration. This poem is about her horrific crime, so..
that girl was the girlflirting with the other girlin the girls only chat roomon some malware infestedchat siteshe fooled a lot of peoplegirls mainlybe..