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Suffocation Drawing in the Shire

Your pain is alive,
thriving and thick,
a life so sick,
murder I strive,
I squeeze and squeeze,
your throat so tight,
you scream and wheeze,
fade away into the night,
the glove, the grip,
your eyes glaze,
my heart set ablaze,
as your soul, I strip.

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