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Starved, my ribs grind sharp in bed, rough fur tears through bloom. Mane scorched, gems fall dull and dead, h…

Starved, my ribs grind sharp in bed, rough fur tears through bloom. Mane scorched, gems fall dull and dead, hair snapped like hemp on a loom.

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