For you my heart, ripped from my chest. Eviscerated I am.
And if I could, I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart and give it to you.
A pulpy mass.. of morbid diathesis.
In addition to my heart, there are some small organs that want to give you:
glands.. sweetbreads.. variety meats.
I'm offering this gifts. Rare gifts.
I know
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