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"Heirlooms" Father tells me Mother was a murderer long before he took fate into his own hands. He says that when she poisoned his poetry it nearly killed him. He claims she'd
lace her words with arsenic and string them together He would wake to
find them wound around his throat, drawn just tight Her timing was so
precise, there's no doubt in his mind that she attempted |
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