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No mothers live here
Behind closed doors, I am
my skin
my rotten skin
my corpse
I am
a graveyard
I sleep with dust
I eat it
I revel in it
ghostly children litter our home.
my skin
my rotten skin
my corpse
I am
a graveyard
I sleep with dust
I eat it
I revel in it
ghostly children litter our home.
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