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High School Lets fight.
Grab my hair and as you struggle to push me down,
let me here your breath quicken, exciting you, inout.
Someone scream,
Footfalls echoing loud on stone as we stomp on each other.
I want to feel your claws digging into me,
alabaster skin slowly ripping in two,
blood rising like a fine port welling from an underground spring.
Someone scream,
so the world will understand the violence
lashing, loud and chaotic, from side to side in me.
