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There’s an animorph stalking the baby. Acutely deformed and whispering maybe.
There’s an animorph trying to make me bite the pillow, bite the bedding.
There’s an animorph trying to bed me. Good touch, bad touch, spraying the cavity.
That’s an animorph’s integrity. Bite the pillow, bite the bed.
Repairable, tearable, flappy. Headily, steadily. Seedier, greedier, clever.
So busy on your charm...
Discharged and inbred. As we distort the motive.
Discharged what a lovely specimen.
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There’s an animorph unsanitary accept the allure of the open fancy.
There’s an animorph trying to make me bite the pillow, bite the bedding.
There’s an animorph trying to bed me, good touch, bad touch, loosen the cavity.
That’s an animorph summary. Bite the pillow, bite the bed.
Oh entropy come crawling to me,
with ivory hands to kindle the grace.
The luxury of failing to fade, has mocked up a catacomb where we’ll be saved.
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There’s an animorph avoiding the seemly. Grin a little Grimm and pilot the feisty.
There’s an animorph trying to make me bite the pillow, bite the bedding.
There’s an animorph assassin in the back, attention to me this is what you lack.
Now it’s time for the animorph to bite the pillow bite the bed.
