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A creation took its way out your bellybreath
A music box with a revolving head
all ploinky and harmless.
Aiming to destroy her maker,
her sweetest candy secret.
While being pressed deeper
into the straw she was feeing her with
she was living on, needing nobody.
The cunt didn't even have an idea of her intentions
until her secret smile gave her in-

and now
Her shaky voice gives her in
whenever she comes into the room,
barely pressing the walls.
She might as well be counting her days
It is standing there staring at her at bellylevel.

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