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i am the killer.

no face, no name, no memories.

pseudo girl
27 September
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I ran down the stairs and into the garden, put both my hands into the soil. In the spring, you will bloom, like her heart, though the blouse, in the back of the ambulance as it turns and it turns down the street - just one more turn, won't you come back to me? - and as it turned on it's red lights, you were turning into red roses.

steps ascend to a loaded gun.

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