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I landed right in the lap of the most lovely of creatures, a gangrenous beauty, fair Queen of the Dead. She smiled at me, a macabre grin, a taloned finger caressed my chin. "Where do you go, my little man?" She asked me soft, I kissed her hand. I fawn like a dog, upon her feet, my wicked mistress, Queen of the Heap.Copy-right; L. D. Klingele
4/22/2016
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