Shes trashed every single place she’s ever lived. Can you imagine being the poor bastard who owned this place, and walking in there after she was done with it?She's totally trashed that house and garden.
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Poverty lingers a septic wound, choleric, stenching, bursting rancid all over your Sunday best.
You jest at scars, that never felt a wound, I muttered to my phone screen as an avatar of a sneering man stared back, his grainy face positioned just to the left of his barbed jab about why a ‘best…