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could it be the Rats,  '
that
scurry through thee Attic...  ''
...tracking up the muddy Floors
of
porcelain Dolls?  '''


''  Hollow......only full of
omens n Bats...
'  ...stabbing through their Bone,
opening their Follicles.




'''  colder than a frozen Vat
that
shatters after Burning...
...turning to a blade of Grass
that
gathers into Stone.


only one of ****** Thorn
that
tore from a Rose...
...throw it at a pane of Glass
and
happens Nothing.

-  Hatter




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