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Suffering like the apples, as bite after bite they are ripped apart. Like childrens hearts, as bullets wriggle through leaving gravestones of their own. Not that anything mattered to the metal that destroyed the world. Holding onto the muscle as their arms begin to flail shuddering shifting as their life passes away. Keeping nothing for themselves, their memories swifting flying into space loosing time loosing the effort to keep them. |
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