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Annihilation
Her name was Christine
The condition of her car
Was pristine
At the wheel in her garage
She looked like angel
But her lungs, messed up
With fuel and fume,
She no longer enjoyed
Her life's mission
And sadly chose
Self annihilation.
The condition of her car
Was pristine
At the wheel in her garage
She looked like angel
But her lungs, messed up
With fuel and fume,
She no longer enjoyed
Her life's mission
And sadly chose
Self annihilation.
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