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Mr Ripper

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Tempting…The lips of lust the colour of a pale rose

Eyes that seeped into ones soul and devoured the mind with devious thoughts

A roar of emotions and desire neither of them decent

The youth of her skin softly fades to a icy blue

He looked on at his master piece and smiled

Death illuminated her beauty and her soul had been purged

Her God given innocence was once again restored.

His angel whispered sweetly, ‘Well done Jack’