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Ignite and the world subsides.
She shutters from every little vibe.
All out, Fantastic greed.
There's no expression in team.

Labored, the senses arouse.
Calling the most strangled of sounds.
A fair trade, the sword pantomime,

By herself.
No one else,
She's by herself.
There's no one...

Onward, the pace gaining ground.
Soldiers preparing to drown,
Applauding the violence portrayed
Leaning against the vastness of space.
Never a word and so seldom seen,
She's locked away in damp quarantine,

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