Thoughts
Little demon upon my cheek
Can thy see I am weak
Do not push for I shall bend
But my body I shan't lend
Ponder therefor I am still
Await, predator upon the kill
Can thy see I am weak
Do not push for I shall bend
But my body I shan't lend
Ponder therefor I am still
Await, predator upon the kill
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