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Flesh
My bowels ache.
My mind breaks.
Consumed with a thought...
Of tearing you apart.
I need your flesh...
To feed...me.
Chewing your meat,
Nothing sounds better...to me.
Sweet, iron in your blood,
Dripping all over my face.
I chew you...
And drink you...
Tasting your soul as I do.
Swallowing your flesh...
Devouring your being.
I leave a mess...
With a full belly...
Until my next...flesh.
Sleep now...pounce...
Next...beware of who you sit next to...
They might just be your death.
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