ransom
By Peaches •
i'll slaughter your daughter
i'll carve up her face
i'll fill her with mortar
to keep her in place
the other; her brother
so readily dead
i'll feed him your daugher
and cut off his head
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August 3, 2010 18:49My.Lovenote.Has.Gone.Flat.XO
weird and freaky but good