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There is a place where the skin will break
The thinly clad armor of snakes,
Peels away as it eats at the wounds,
Waiting for a soul to take.
Here is the place where I drag my nails,
Straight across your skin, so pale,
I want to burn you under the moon,
I want to send you straight to hell.
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