The Pits

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We crawl up from the pits
at night..
Filling hearts and souls
with fright..
With skin and tissue
decomposed..
We swing and gash
with porcelain bones..
Before sunrise
disappear without a trace..
Dragging our victims down with us..
To snack upon while we wait..

- C. Pantoja

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