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Mature Content

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She felt no enchantment there
the bony parts of men
left to tangle in the air
For she will haunt you
in the worst way possible -
through skin and blood
and malformed dreams
through all the stories
from her mother's tongue,
She will hide and wait
for morning to come crawling
for August's harshest breath
left beating in your breast
She will be your crippled arms
your womb left
underneath her window
the heart she could eat
whole and beating on a plate
your protests a cold dinner
left waiting at her door. <da:thumb id="384124015"/>

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