Rust Maybe I'm lost. Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm bitter. Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm dead. Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm sad. Or is something changing? Now this is different. Heh. Now look at me. I see your blue eyes. They shine bright. Not bright enough. Now as you lay dead at my feet... What ever shall I do? As your blood trickles through my claws. My claws. They shone once. But not enough. Because now... They hold your blood.
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