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Aug 2016
I fashioned barbed wire to my demeanor
and I chipmunked enough connon flak to
fill a theater. Warning signs litter the isles
like "This is do or DIE" got people thinking,
"What ever you do don't make him smile",
but this ain't a live action feature for your
little creatures to sink their teeth into.
My reanimated veins wrap around their
boxing ring cage and strain from the sway
of the ropes in the way of the fighters inside trying to regain some terrain.
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