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Believe nothing...

I could see the reflection of death in her fangy smile,
saliva mixed with blood and green, gooey distrust.
She laughed at me and ripped open my stomach with ease,
almost like an over-caffeinated child playing in a sandbox,
giggling as she made blooded pictures of my entrails.

In the imaginative world of lost causes
everything that could be shall be. she whispered.

I smiled calmly as my last drops of blood splattered her smiling face.

I felt warm, sheltered... at peace.

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Publicerad 2007-12-17 19:36



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