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Guest yumiko
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lying frozen in the blood stained snow

eerie song drips from her fangs

i do to the vulture and the crow

i object to the dove under mask

ribbons of flesh create the nest

as scraps of heart feed the young

at the chest she lives open to the condor

a cage of bones protect her head

she breathes black smoke during the witching hour

exhales her toxic whispers for the sun

we love her, we do, we do

she who is named Sister Death

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