Through a spiral of arbitrarily convoluted messes...
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A path was forged, fully tempered through temptation...
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It guided poor, misguided Hanky, down...
Straight up down the path, to their plate...
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What really was once something he could resist...
Rather rapidly turned somewhat slightly just uncontrollable...
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Hanky quietly lambasted himself in his sleep, agony dotting his face...
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Flesh over flesh, collapsed unto itself...
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*Pop* *Pop* *Pop* *Pop*
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"L-Let m- O0uuat!?"