MoriaA Poem by The SlayerI was thinking of Lord of the Rings while I wrote this poem.Deep in the mines of Moria We are running, running In the dark Orcs and Goblins follow But another thing follows Something as old as time itself The fire the heat The noises it makes Balrog
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Love Me Not
1986, Penny Herrera falls into the predatory clutches of Matt, an older man who has no other intention than to alter Pen
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