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Worst Nightmares

My cowl pulled down over my eyes. Dark as the windswept
sins, whistling from the nave. Coming up from the dark
gnawing the bones. Touched by the hunger. Eating my
prose from a brown paper bag. While scratching at the
mange of Little Bo Peep. Lost in her worst nightmares.
adagio
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