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Mutated on the 11th day of storing, year 5.
Anti-Social / Cold-Hearted / Rude
Tillin my own grave to keep me level,
Jam anaother dragon down the hole.
Digging to the rhythm and the echo or a solitary siren,
One that pushes me along and leaves me so...
Desperate and ravenous...
So weak and powerless,
Over you.
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