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Twisting and turning with the grace of a serpent, jaws open wide with teeth sharpened to points, glistening in moonlight. Salivating, waiting to come down tight on flesh, tearing it from bone, ripping it from organs. Blood seething from every gashing wound. Every detail shining in deep reds. Shredded and swallowed whole, tongue lapping up every angry drop. Until everything left is in the belly of the beast.
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You are the thought, the one to keep me awake, stirring in the latest hours, your name stuck to my lips, desperate just to catch a glimpse. Hope flickering, a candle flame, jumping and twisting, don't let the wind blow it out, just a whisper, could dash it for good, with it gone, so goes my hope, for the shred of happiness left.