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Prickling the flesh

Piercing the skin

An abyss of black-red blood

Flowing out of

penetrating into

The black crow nips at the fresh fetus

Her last hope

A future fleeting at her fingertips

A future forgot

A future willed into existence

A future never to be realized

Seran wrapped tight

Fresh then frozen

Freshly frozen

Forever frozen

Never to be thawed

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