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As she goes to sleep, Her soul is burning, Coolness is the worm, The worm suckling out warmth, Releasing her sulphur, Decomposing faster, To dry out into a carcass, But body is full of worms, Devouring insides in sworms, Swords, wands, razorblades like pain, Swallowed randomly, It’s a fear I can’t express the dread, LikeContinue reading “II. Tear Her Soul Out.”