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To Another Contracted One
Eye to eye we do not see however We are the same hungry starving patient as a spider on the hunt as we watch them protect them and one day take them for our own Maybe I'll take your share too? |
To the caught fly
A divine fellow indeed! You take what is yours and I shall take what is his though I hardly know you It matters not little blonde one Do this before you leave this world |
To the Corpse Man
Clung to But the sent of death Sliding In and out of sanity While I cling to my mission While thou art dilly dallying In thine casket Pleading for a hint of humor Trading away thy baked good |
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