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Ninety Pound Wuss

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The need to realize

Shot, shot, shot, blank

Staring down the barrel of my arm

Shot, shot, shot, dead

It's over drawn black

Shot, shot, shot, red

No restrictions

Sucking eyes inward, immobile

Bionic continuity

Till death do us part

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