Your eyes pierce right through me, unveiling the hidden elusiveness within.
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These patterns you witness have become my crutch.
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Your eyes are your ammunition.
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Your gaze is killing me.
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A substantial blood loss that is not my own and it is pouring out of me.
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This assault will bring me strength, increasing stability not to collapse.
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This is a dagger to the heart, an unrelinquishing torture, but this
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soon will assemble me.
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Your murder face to face.
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Stiletto
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| Symphony In Peril |
