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Honeyed little sounds echoing in the hallfway, just below the most clean of places,
molding of flesh and biting into the melting of bones.
The cross suspended over the petite, wounded body.
She could see an eye looking at her, the void so deep she could see
organs and meat twitch in impossible ways, the reddest of flesh.
A smile not directed at her and bodies melting horrifically,
like dolls clashing together and breaking into bloody heaps.
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