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my little homeless girl where are you
living on the streets with nothing to your name
all you own is what you carry with you
you havent bathed in over a month
your clothes are so filthy they should be burnt not washed
come find me my little unnamed angel
ill take you in my house
bathe you feed you clothe you keep you
I would train you to be my perfect soulmate
and never will we part again
that you are small and thin is not a bother to me
that you are a stranger to the world around you is not a bother to me
that you come to me and place your life your being in my hands is all I desire of you
where are you my darling slave.
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