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Skin the color of bark.
Claws smelling like trees.
Sticking my fur from my roots in weeds.
My true fleets right back in the mark.
No scar, but I left my mark.
Skin the color of bark.
Claws smelling like trees.
Sticking my fur from my roots in weeds.
My true fleets right back in the mark.
No scar, but I left my mark.