And dirt covers your flesh.
Torn and tattered,
You are slashed and scattered.
But though you are broken and
Crumbled by hand,
You strengthen me with
Part of the reason i live
A lovely devour
In the morning hour
The taste of your fear
My tongue can't resist but to leer
As you lie there helpless
Without you, life is meaningless
The uncle lovingly make
My fried black carrot cake! :)
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