.She keeps a bottle hanging like religon
Right underneath the bed
She pours it in the sheets and vents...
Combats the awful things we did
Snakes and Plagues and her former slaves
Are arising from the dead...
She grinds her heels as we bottom out...
... The horrible ye.
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