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[aid] => mick
[title] => BODY
[time] => 2004-12-12 17:46:27
[hometext] => He made his breakfast eggs and her. Went to work still no one knows
[bodytext] => The softness of the blade as it slowly cross her neck. She was still and lifeless as blood began to spill. She cried out for help still no heard her cry. Her eyes rolled up back into her head. No sign of life she was surely dead. He lifted her lifeless corpus upon his shoulders. And headed up the stairs to the butcher block. He laid her down like a side of beef, To be cut and ground. He undress her body and Dee skinned her to. All because he wanted to. He took her thigh skinned it to the bone. Then did the to the body whole. He went to bed and early he rose He made his breakfast eggs and her. Went to work still no one knows BY DENNIS LEMMEN [comments] => 3 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 59 [informant] => lemmen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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