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Grade Song Lyric:
Termites Hollow
every word she said
lured me into surrounding
my fingers around her throat
now i roll along
with her severed head
her design is fit only
for a creature as foul as
every word she said
was like feeding
paint chips to an infant
her coil was comforting
with black blood and a frozen touch
hopefully the hordes of worms
will take the rest of her away
as I roll along
with her severed head
 
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