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what is it like, to be the worm in the mouth of the bird? what is it like to know it was meant to happen? to be eaten whole, nothing left behind. i ooze, to feed your stomach i ooze for a reason it's not for nothing the worm cannot be hurt when, even in the claws of death, the bird tells them it was right it was supposed to happen this way: never in any other even while eaten in pieces even while sliding down the birds throat even while knowing it's meant to be this way, the worm must endure hearing the most painful thing of all straight from the birds beak, "i don't regret what i've done."
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 1:51 AM UTC
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what is it like, to be the worm in the mouth of the bird? what is it like to know it was meant to happen? to be eaten whole, nothing left behind. i ooze, to feed your stomach i ooze for a reason it's not for nothing the worm cannot be hurt when, even in the claws of death, the bird tells them it was right it was supposed to happen this way: never in any other even while eaten in pieces even while sliding down the birds throat even while knowing it's meant to be this way, the worm must endure hearing the most painful thing of all straight from the birds beak, "i don't regret what i've done."
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 1:51 AM UTC
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