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Read Poetry: The Bane of Whitechapel, by Lee A. Forman

 A mystery unsolved, told in missives of blood. From Hell he stalked on clandestine nights, in the hush of silent streets. The bane of proscribed escorts, violator of sultry prey. With surgical mutilation, victims splayed unhidden; guttural lacerations with innards … Continue reading

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