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Text: Her eyes and words are so icy oh but she burns, like rum on a fire. Hot and fast and angry as she can be. I walk my days on a wire. It looks ugly. But it's clean. Oh mama don't fuss over me. The way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine. Open hand or closed fist would be fine. Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. Each paragraph will be a test.

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