The calves will die
The night before
The fattest first
No sacrifice be made
For you
On your return
No joy in tears
Your Father numb
The plague of knife in neck
Still warming
Chloe knew she had to get out of the house. She sat all day with her headphones on, the world locked outside. Since she had come here, she didn’t get out much. „What’s the use?“ she thought, with the
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