sting

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All my hand in covered with is blood ,
It's dipped, it's soaked , it's hit , it's smoked ,
Tortured with weapons that shoot out from ur mouth ,
Stinging my skin , like a song of lullaby ,
Slowly , then swiftly , then all at once , 
Till I realize , I had never once ...

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