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Executioner

The waves have eroded mountains in your eyes Crafted by mother’s earths swordsman
Dented folds stratify infinite circles of your soul
The katana only reflects a sliver of your essence
A weapon of art, a dangerous sultry
I want you to be the one
Who ends this misery
Written by thoughtsdie
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