TW: Death suggestions.
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You're so small,
Thinking you'll fall.
How utterly stupid,
It wasn't Cupid.
I guess I'll see
through your idiocy.
But I don't mean it,
The fish only bit.
Hook, line and sinker,
Alone? You can still shimmer.
He only told the truth,
My heart's full of ruth.
I'll end this one here,
Let you face your fear.
For four's the number of death,
This love is in the grave.
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