Sweet little darling Neme with garland laces in her hair as crooked crimson blossoms trickle down her breast her white dress the moon in all its pearly pallor wrapping gentle harsh deathly folds on her through her ghost prison bars crisscross branding tenderly absolutely across her skin
You died with your tongue yanked out from your throat until spirals of bloodclotted flesh and meat came strung up attached to it like lumps raw gerbil fetus rolled smushed squeezed into blood sausages we fed to your open gaping mouth CARVED SO WIDE IT MEETS ON THE OTHER SIDE CHOKE IT ALL DOWN LIKE A GOOD LITTLE BOY it comes squirting out your in thick tube tears of freshly grounded meat regurgitated from your stomach in acid green saliva and chunks as we saw your stomach open STRAIGHT THROUGH THE BONE to dress you so fine so nice so delicious
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GOT IT
GOOD!
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are you still coming
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BUT YOU'RE COMING TO MY PARTY, RIGHT?
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