My Dear
Hidden, buried 'neath the miasma of filth
that spews forth from thy lips- DEAR!!!!
My DEAR,
love is what you seek.
Murder is what thy speaks-
Language of the DAMNED
CHEAT, LIER- keep so that
DEAR...
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