That little vein
in your temple
pulses and squirms,
lost in a labyrinth
of stifled screams,
wanders the halls
of midnight
with a flashlight
and a wish.
pulses and squirms,
lost in a labyrinth
of stifled screams,
wanders the halls
of midnight
with a flashlight
and a wish.
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