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His bullets grew big, went far and wide,
So he could protect himself? Or pride?by abyssalchainsaw 22 lines, on Jun 27 5:04 AM -
Take the paints from my arms, You know you ordered them,by abyssalchainsaw 13 lines, on Jun 24 12:17 AM
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Unforgiving, harsh at best,
It spites us not, nor has ire.by abyssalchainsaw 18 lines, on Jun 1 1:04 AM -
Where neither may exist alone,
Nor in the presence of the other,by abyssalchainsaw 17 lines, on May 19 7:34 AM. In change, fate, destiny, life, death, inevitability. Reward -
Metal never shimmered so brilliant,
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Yes, Beast, you have the teeth,
But see here, your part of me,
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