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WE WERE BORN FROM WOMBS SHARDED BY CANINES. From hearts laden with vermin. From gut that bathed in famine. We were born when the moon shrieked in agony, its surface bled and dreary. We were born from dirt. I was born from dirt. You were the waters that laved me until I was sinking.
You shall shove me in between your molars.
Don’t you dare to spit me out.
Salvation ... Or ... Starvation?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
WE WERE BORN FROM WOMBS SHARDED BY CANINES. From hearts laden with vermin. From gut that bathed in famine. We were born when the moon shrieked in agony, its surface bled and dreary. We were born from dirt. I was born from dirt. You were the waters that laved me until I was sinking.
You shall shove me in between your molars.
Don’t you dare to spit me out.
Salvation ... Or ... Starvation?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ