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The jonquils and daffodils is where I chopped her fucking head off

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She drove me to despair I said...
The people she socilised with just...
Why doesn't my son...
Jesus Christ is....

You made this woman up, didn't you Ted?

An act of passion, fuse me into her ribcage and parts please
Define murder 1.......................
Define manslaughter...................
Describe the crime....................
....relive the past...................

The jonquils and daffodils is where I chopped her fucking head off...............laid her down in the bed of shrub, kissed her palm, held her breast for the last time.
Looked inside her face and said,
The jonquils and daffodils have you to thank...............................

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I've posted this before but I don't care. I like it. Tell me what you think of it if you've read it please