Smooth dark velvet skin
She's so
Proud to be in
Like earthquake
Like move the rolls
And rages the river makes
As the moment slangs
Itself across the street
That you must take
Notice of
A hint of sadness
The voice begins to break
Yet trumpets the sound
Of ground being broken
The demon is defeated
It is powerless now
It's teeth are now gone
It's tongue is removed
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