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In The Rot
Much like worms in the wood
a coldness in the rot
or haunting of the shoes
stitched with names
of a pale snapshot
a beast walking on hocks
with pulsating lips
in Hell's scrubland of hooks
a coldness in the rot
or haunting of the shoes
stitched with names
of a pale snapshot
a beast walking on hocks
with pulsating lips
in Hell's scrubland of hooks
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