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Black butterflies, a crawling blight,
come to feed beneath the night.
Wings like razors, dripping gore,
they gnaw through marrow, crave for more.
A thousand mouths, a choir of dread,
suckle on the newly dead.
They sew your silence, shred your breath-
in their flight, there's only death.