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A stampede to rush forward, |
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yet I'm in retreat |
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Far horizon greedily |
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sucks in the keen |
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Descend down the scale |
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on drooping stumps |
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I've wished to shear |
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Come, the predatory to luckless |
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Spread-eagled, I am easy meat |
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A mound for a quarrel, |
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none more austere |
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A lebensraum in landfill |
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I had once pieced (together) |
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Tail the higher caste and shovel |
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whatever foulness they excrete |
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Come, the predatory to luckless Razed to the ground, I am easy meat |
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Tenderise chunks of a weakling |
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Claim on bare bones for bleaching |
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Thousand-yard stares |
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for the meeting |
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Apex predator - easy meat |
