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Centipedes weave themselves into her hair as beetles with jewel-toned bodies crawl up her calves. Spiders trail up her wood-coloured legs, their legs like feather-light fingertips caressing her skin.
the storms have passed They sing in unison, their voices a fevered pitch that rise and fall like nails on a chalkboard. they will come to the swamp. They add, suddenly fluttering wings and snaping pinchers to communicate their disapproval.
we will catch them, and feed them to her.
the storms have passed They sing in unison, their voices a fevered pitch that rise and fall like nails on a chalkboard. they will come to the swamp. They add, suddenly fluttering wings and snaping pinchers to communicate their disapproval.
we will catch them, and feed them to her.
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