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The man who touched me, he cornered me beneath the trees, offering candy and bearing something cold for me. He reached inside me to pluck the cherry from my heart, but when he gripped it a billion teeth tore his hands apart. Bastard children; your fathers are a pack of wolves. They're out to eat you. They'll gobble you until they're full. So trap them deftly. Just reel them in with flesh and musk. Protect your voices to deafen those who'd hear for us. Forsake the old to die young.