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Siarska Part Three

Stalk .... hunt .... sniff 
With a talon Siarska's hand is no humans
Breaking into a nursery
Babies blood calls
Lingers of pureness
Fresh and virginal
Innocent of the wicked things that taint the air
Sleep soundly no peace 
Devoured and grabbed 
Digested with a pant
The nurses rush in ....
What have you done Siarska

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