By Rose
Twirling, twirling round and round,
until our brethren can be found.
Then we obliterate,
then we annihilate,
each other.
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By Rose
Twirling, twirling round and round,
until our brethren can be found.
Then we obliterate,
then we annihilate,
each other.
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Nice techniqe of using the last line as a sentance-finisher that doesn’t rhyme! 😉
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