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Cut it out, stop the sepsis from sinking fangs.
Draw it out, before venom's coursing through your veins.
You've ignored the signs: high water marks on jetty rocks, and moored boats at docks turning with the tide.
This haunted Light's bewitched your thoughts and like a moth you'll meet a quick demise.
I can't seem to swim these days.
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