Eater of worms.
Little creature of stealth you try to
fain my day.
No not you to the one whoms whimsy gaze
is trapped in mine this moment.
Little contented of heart that thou art
the dagger of thin blade through your
left ventricle please.
Your liver will go to a most deserving
wino in need.Jaa mata
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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