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By Misti Date: 2004 Nov 18 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.18.05.04.20394]] |
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where are you taking me down which new dark corridor I await the next rape the next dirt crawl blood caked and shaken too stupid to figure out how to escape the maze suicide stopped being a tantalizing option around nineteen there is nothing left to break I would fake it if I could and be a better hostess welcome and enjoy help yourself to whatever is left my tornado nightmare my knight of pentacles my disapproving father from faraway my clay footed smiling lover crooking your finger knowing as long as I live I'll follow your every twisted mile. |