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The Body

Iron bones,
Glowing eyes,
Quivering ears,
Heightened smell,
Pointy smile,
Quick feet,
Flowing hair,
Sharp intelligence,
Wandering soul,
Overflowing emotions,
Human mask,
Behind the machine.
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