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 Feb 6
Let et Scar
I'm like a Venus flytrap
I don't move for anyone
I don't go chasing my dinner
or my lunch

I'm like a Venus flytrap
I stay still within my potted soil
I only open my jaws when waiting for my food to land

I'm like a Venus flytrap
Trapping boys within my jaws
Once my trigger hairs are touched
My leaves snap shut
Sealing my prey inside

Waiting for disintegration
Turning you to liquid
as I swallow you whole

I'm like a Venus flytrap
My body only opens up a limited amount of times
If you touch me too much
my life expires
and I will surely die

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