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Scatters from a bigger hole
Looking, knowing
Never the less
On the other side of a big river
Monster hidden behind a tree
Anna knew...
Anna doesn't see never the less
So nice hands
Come to me
Me touch you
No no what
So nice hands
With me
I am it
Cuts through the water
Shaken out of rising standing
Sense, touch
Not for the first time
No no what
Tie
So nice hands
Not touch that
The neck
Anna, I am it
Move, move, move
No not longer what
On the other side o a big river
Lies her own body
Anna, sinking
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