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Going to Battle
My makeup is my warpaint.
My precise eyeliner is a razor sharp sword to slice through you.
My reddened lips are colored with your blood.
I do not wear this to please you.
I wear this to end you.
My precise eyeliner is a razor sharp sword to slice through you.
My reddened lips are colored with your blood.
I do not wear this to please you.
I wear this to end you.
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