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holed up in a little cottage
she questions her existence
and watched as the wind blew her life away
and took it to the lands beyond far-seeing eyes
deep inside the dark devil’s home where it resided in a glass jar.
her limp body cringed as it writhed in pain from sinew to sinew; crevasse to crevasse and nerve to nerve
she asked, “why?” again as she felt sensations of an unfamiliar sort before falling slumber to the subtle tricks of her mind
and awoke to the screams of her soul as it was ripped from her bodice in strange, unnatural ways
she could only look on as the devil stole it for his own cruel pleasure
and as her body faded into the colors of hell
and burned with the fires that never die.
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