Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Murderer

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Monday, October 22, 2012

Murderer

I murdered my lodger today; He hadn't offered any rent And some things you have to pay So I left him, his body bent In directions nature never planned, In a heap outside the house. There's no outcry, you understand, After all he's just a mouse. Sign in to see full entry.

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