.In the rift between throats exposed and gnarling teeth,
Between a trembling hand and the ashen skin of the stillborn,
In a nest of rot and mold and crumbling matter,
I reside where dreams come to die,
Come where shadows have teeth,
And no wounds are healing,
Come where there is no .
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