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Beautiful Scars (Other) by William Delacroix

The beautiful scars he gave her. The time that he betrayed her: The voices in his head. The words he never said. The love she longed to feel. The palpable pain that made it real: The Flesh on which he fed. The bed spread white to red. The beautiful lies she gave him. The time that she forgave him: The sawed-off between his fesses. The mess to which she confesses.

horus8 12-Oct-03/3:33 PM
One should kill randomly without personal ties to the victim. Otherwise, it's just another lame boring crime of jealous genitalia.




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