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Torso PutrefactionLimp spilled over the ground. Images of violence. Fear me to the wounds. Cutting to the bones. Deeply hard projection. Sliced for a thousands. Something is red splattered. Gory taste of stabbed innards. Straighten to the oval cut. Quick dying in insidiously. Malignant of this brutality. Stabbed slay. Forgotten for six month. Maggots feed. Smells like as horror army. Torso residue, left for another. Night by night. Eaten without mastication. Piece by pieces. Consumed for live being. Of rotten flesh insect. |