A sadistic heart for a loner
A hematoma would look great
The sight of a cadaver better
Who knows, the sound of a guillotine
But there are butterflies all over
Birds from all over
Shades of beautiful colors
Just freedom to the wind, beautiful air
Escaped from a bullet to the heart
Raised by the wolves,
She was
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