Dear Friend (emily-ada) Wk-6

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All she will ever do is consume you, my girl.

No more for you, she'll take your body, your hopes

Or instead subterfuge and keep you secret

Roaring hunger, shake and palpitate

Excruciating parasite, don't listen to her, girl!

Xenomorph she be, xylophone bones she'll make thee

Inside and out, hollow bird-bones, honeycomb loves

And all, you are all you need to be my darling.


No more, no less.

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