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They used to crawl across the ceiling and drop over her when she slept to make razor slices in her hips and by morning they were gone But they aren't slaves to sunlight anymore so they never have to leave They stick to her bones and breathe her lungs to haunt her always
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
Demons
They used to crawl across the ceiling and drop over her when she slept to make razor slices in her hips and by morning they were gone But they aren't slaves to sunlight anymore so they never have to leave They stick to her bones and breathe her lungs to haunt her always
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
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