She has that scent of wild animal.
She rips her heart out to, eat it raw.
And don't search for any, kind of mercy, in her eyes.
Cos all that she knows is, sour taste of fading life.
She is a dying, limb of tree.
She feels the pain of, every leaf.
She wants only night sky, as a form of her disguise.
She doesn't know a simple (????????????).
She has a pack of wild wolves inside her, ready to kill each one of you.
Eager to kill (??????????).
She's not afraid to make her move.

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