Another Jack The Ripper Saga…
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Draping insanity like a coat,
gripping her throat,
the air would stink,
and her mood immediately
began to sink,
bones crunched
like gravel beneath tires,
emotions burned like wild-fires,
then death entered,
fear stayed awhile,
and Jack smiled…
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