GamerA Poem by Davidgeo.they are different from yours and mine a hunter's eyes and even closer if you look careful there at them, fingernails you'll see that there, they used to be claws now like a soap that don't lather is something that kills whatever crosses hunger don't matter now this murder's for fun … and to remember, that everything dies one way or another Everything Dies One Way or the Other It is the chase that keeps us alive
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