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Termites Hollow
Every word she said lured me into surrounding
My fingers around her throat
Now I roll along with her severed head
Her design is fit only for a creature
As foul as every word she said
Was like feeding paint chips to an infant
Her coil was comforting with black blood
And a frozen touch
Hopefully the hordes of worms
Will take the rest of her away
As I roll along with her severed head
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