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when i saw you, i seen you before, in my living room, cutting your legs off.
when you scream, are a melody for me, shaking your arms, sounding like a beat.
when you bleed, it makes me feel, that if i stop , your heart i will eat.
the police call me mad, the girls call me phatan, but i should tell them, heartbreaker i am.
with your bones i make statues, with your blood i make shakes, but your eyes are for me, chocolates from spain. twisted
- Title: the crazy slaughter poem
- Artist: Aifey
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Description:
did u liked it? joke... the point of it was another type of poems, its the third i made in my life , can u belive it ? well, hope you enjoyed, or scared negative or possitive comments will be apretiated, america is a free country.
- Date: 03/04/2011
- Tags: crazy slaughter poem
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