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a meal

by littlebiird

I can still feel your hands reaching back pulling my ribs apart a meal Somewhere from before where you still exist sliding the meat from the bones of the women you loath A monster gnashing teeth withered down to dull stones You have done this many times before
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Feb 22, 2020
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