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Purify 
 
  
  
As she runs through the jungle 
Her eyes stay focused on one thing only. 
This Everlasting crazy search for blood 
Can never wear her down for too long 
She smells. 
She seeks. 
She finds. 
Another chase begins. 
Her targets are never helpless little victims. 
Always she picks a worthy adversary. 
The one that presents a true challenge  
To her otherwise boring life 
 
Her favorite part is her sweet conquest 
Just for a while she's allowed to be on top 
And after the first rush washes her all over   
She allows him to vanquish her  
She is he's completely  
And the pain purifies every unholy corner is her sinful 
body 
 
Only chosen ones can enter her domain 
But the better she chooses  
The greater the transformation  
Her blood sheds  
Again  
And as she lies still 
Breathing in and out 
Each breath harder to take, 
She ponders on her next target. 
The chase never changes 
As she always stays the same 
 
She is a predator looking for a sweet kill 
As another part in her withers away  |  
 
 
 
                 
        
               
           
    
 
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 מה הצבע של 
זיקית כשהיא 
מביטה בראי? 
 
 
 
 
מתוך "1001 
שאלות שאין 
עליהן תשובה"  | 
         
       
  
 
 
	  
      
  
 
 
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