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Mad. Mad thoughts.
Crazy, twisted, sinewy
Mad obsession.
You sicken me.
You’re so beautiful, love.
I grind you into a fine, soft
Powder and inhale you...
Lick you off of my fingers.
You love, answer me.
Your face brings me death every day...
And every day I can’t wait to die.
Bury me now, love.
Bury me now.
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