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Termites Hollow
Every word she said lured me into surrounding My fingers around her throat Now I roll along with her severed head Her design is fit only for a creature As foul as every word she said Was like feeding paint chips to an infant
Her coil was comforting with black blood And a frozen touch Hopefully the hordes of worms Will take the rest of her away As I roll along with her severed head
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