It Was Cold, But I Was HotA Poem by AnonIt Was Cold, But I Was Hot. I Slowly Undressed And Grabbed The Knife Of The Kitchen Table, And I Slid Into My Boyfriends Bedroom And Chopped His Head Off, ANd Shoved It On His Willy. After A Reached Up To His Severed Neck And Bit Into It, Sucking His Dead Body Dry Of Blood. It Felt Amazing. © 2012 AnonAuthor's Note
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