Bird Of Ill Omen sharpshooter

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Step up, sharpshooter take your shots,
Two bare arms spiraling to the floor,
Beautiful blue veins thirst for,
Beautiful blue veins something more,
Cry for your attention, go ahead give them love,
How they need your sensuous touch,
You take such good care of me
I'm not addicted, I'm just happier this way,
I'm healthier than ever, I'm superman,
I can take you out with just one blow,
Just help me get up first
Back stretched across cold wet floors,
Quench this thirst for something more,
I'm learning to live for a new god,
I've taken lessons from the best,
These idling hands that once held,
Have lost sense to even care,
I pray for this fix

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