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CrushThe room is getting smaller, slowly but surely. / As the space decreases, my anxiety increases. / Every second, it shrinks a little more.
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LustI've always pictured Lust as a woman / A seductive and voluptuous goddess / with golden curls and a sensual smirk
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The Ferris WheelEmpty. Vacant. Broken. Useless. / The ways to describe / the rust-covered, abandoned
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EyesThese eyes, these eyes, these miraculous eyes; / These diamond irises that light my path to a wonderland. / This wonderland, this hidden world,
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I Am HumanI am the superhero / And the villain / I’m the disease
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The CannibalShe laughs; / Mocking his fear. / Smiling lustfully, she dances around the prey
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The Red DoorThe door towers above, / looking down at the small girl, / glaring red.
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SkinOur skin tells more about us / Than most people would think. / So many stories to tell,
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FootprintsThe human body / is just a little / soluble
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Joy RideLeaving everything behind / Pushing away everyone / Not leaving a note
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