.When I was a child they made me read
Word-daggers of quiver and squirm
Now in the stumbling dark I see
I am a worm, silently fruiting your garden
My sister, my child .
Night casts ominous meanings on the purity of my soul
I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning to lose c.
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