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Slave Of The Nothing. Short Poem.Category: ThisDorkWritesThings
Monday, 4 May 2009
07:39:33 PM (GMT)
Slave of the nothing Work her any way you please as long as she gets cheese, for the dead mouse hidden in her head, gives off the smell, of dread for she is the slave of nothing use her for all your sick, pleasures she won't care since the slave of nothing can't gulp, air so do want you want she will just stare because the slave of, the does not feel or care
Last edited: 7 May 2009

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