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Their eyes--how they spat fire! Their brows, how strained!/Their tans were like suede, Their noses inflamed!
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Their vengeful mouths were drawn up in a sneer/and the hair straight from Friends made me shiver in fear.
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A clump of an unlucky opponent's hair held tight in their nails/and the blood it spewed amidst the howls and the wails.
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