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One Dirt Grave – Heather Mirassou

She was only fourteen Happy and vibrant Awaiting her first kiss Not noticing who was watching Her neighbor odd but friendly Obsessed with her loveliness Coerced her to stray from safety She fell into a pit Dug well ahead of … Continue reading

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