Gallery of Pain: Wicked by Jeanette
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Jeanette
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Wicked,
that's all you are. I've drank my poison, spit my lies, and died one too many times. This shouldn't be what it takes, to be in love. You're my calling, a devastating one. Can you hear me kill? Who will come looking? Who will dig seven feet for this? Your tricks crushed, under my toes. I never wanted you to open my soul. I'm face to face, with my wicked snake. |
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