Exuvium
Crywolf
A thousand lines throughout your body
I'll eat you bit by bit from the inside
My finest prize
My hara-kiri
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No exquisite pleasure feels like
The amaranthine gaze in your eyes
Spasmodic womb and trembling child
Lay waste to everything with your light
What is your soul made of?
Beauty
And what is beauty?
Terror
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