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The grip of your claws
slowly take away my flaws Protruding spine? Oh sure, I’m fine. Rib cage cuts? Maybe, I’m nuts. But everything is good if you follow the laws Go ahead now ladies, expose your jaws. And I’m close enough, my body will shine. Yes, it soon will. It should look divine. Anna’s telling the truth, I’m starting to vanish But no, she’s not from hell, she was there banished. - - - - - -- - - - - - I have yet to finish it, but I feel like continuing it will ruin it.
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