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They Smeared Shit On Their Skin So They Could Blend In At NightThe smeared shit on their skin so they could blend in at night I can hear them howling.I can feel their footsteps all over my soft spots. Years of degeneration. The hell of a cold world surrounded by starving wolves. She sleeps soundly in our cave while I try to dig my way out of it. Trapped on the inside of my soft spots. |