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| fuck the poison steward levy. |
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| hard times are coming |
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| you ask what i'm thinking. i'm just remembering her name. it was margaret. i gave her a doll house cloisonne vase. i wonder if she still has it, if she evert puts tiny flowers inside. |
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| poison diary, sunday. the poisoner rests. fuck him. |
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| love is...love. |
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| picture the poisoner levy. bury the picture. remember him gone. |
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| piss on the poisoner's ground. say an animal prayer for the tortured soul of the poisoner. |
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| the poisoned sanctuary for animals souls. |
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| queen anne's lace, swallows' reflections, and survivor of levy's wrath. |
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