A Solitary Mass Of Flesh
The Demonstealer
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Bleeding… The wound is still sore.
Beating… his heart beats no more.
Separate the body, mind and soul.
I still hear it beating….
I still hear it out in the cold…
The pulse is still racing, the flesh has gone cold.
Still numb from the pain you bestowed.
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