Circle of dead children

Scarecrow trailor park

Circle of dead children
Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia
The dirt has begun to breathe
Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind
Held down in profanation
Subjugation of the senses
Pushing pins in her eyes
Pushing pins in her eyes
She never sleeps
Hallucination never dies
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