The hang, the pull, ever emitting lull, the fate, the mother, over lasting cover, A spurt, my breed, finding first feed, My skins, molt again, my legs now outnumber ten, The slipping, the skirting, always becoming longer, the feeding, my needing, in purpose getting stronger, A sound, so profound, clearing the jungle, Some kin, without sin, pray they don’t get fungal. The lang, the cull, the family annul, the gate, the brother, fight now agains't another
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