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POOR LITTLE THING

The D.N.A caught in your nails.

Numerous,different strands.

Silken flesh of cobwebs,

catching all the pests that get too near.

Distracted by those silver tears.

A cold metallic stare.

Amazed that you can still be called human.

Infected by your evolving venom.

Your insecurities,

in society.

Like a drop of blood,in shark infested waters.

You poor little thing...

Why are you surprised,when they tear you apart?
Written by jaspersilence
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