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Cradling my shell of a woman and protecting.

Sharp claws disguised by gentle hands and dark intentions distinguished

By a cunning grin.

Out of the corner of your eyes you examine me with care,

And with the tips of those fingers- would you dare?

Like a heat you make my body melt.

With every bruise there is passion I once felt.

Inside this shell of mine, there’s a devil waiting.

So I just want you to take those claws

And rip me open and let my soul out.