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Golden Locks and the Three Bad Men
Golden Locks. Thrown up
Against bed.
3 Wise men. Guns.
Erect and ready.
More mechanical to them
Pain hits. Wave after Wave,
Drowning.
She screams as
Hair is pulled from her
Head
And bites down on his
Bobbit rhymes with
Hobbit
She pervesly thinks
This is no middle earth,
House in the woods,
Grim fairy tale.
Twisted.
Distorted.
Only came in for some food…
Got much more than she bargained for.
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i hope that when the world comes to an end i can breathe a sigh of relief because there will be so much to look foward to
~Donnie Darko~
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