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Secrets draw us like their muse.So we come up with an excuseTo pose.…and were somehow proud,That no one found out.And yet it’s killing us..
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Armor, she's a solider.She's slow,But she devours.As time passesShe turns into a coward.One more sheet of armorAnd she leaves once again.Another battl..
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