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Someone wants me deadfrom the neck and upwards. Rope weaved by these hands,box of my toils. Coerced - dazed by a suckerpunch. Reeling - believing that these are the dues. Pitch back - throwback to a chastised youth. No quarter - stifled under a stich-up hood. To be made an examplewill stauch my deviant flow. Held a lever that only I can pull. Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue. Bigots want my headon a plate to sound-out. Probing - exposing delicate core to full view. Damning - programming etiquette to suit. To dissect and resetwill staunch my deviant flow. Held a lever that only I can pull. Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue. Group constrictor. Throttling a bond. Call a cull to silence our loose tongues.
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