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点击复制The moonlight carves bars on the blinds
Breaths shatter against the fourth wall
Who's counting the cold glint of scalpels
Which syllable starts to burn hot
The lock on the sheepfold rusts a deep red
Silence is the thread stitching the mouth
Or the cocoon hiding fangs
Hooves tap Morse code on the floor
Blood floods over the last tile
The reflection in the mirror is chewing
On Hannibal's table lies yesterday
Clarice's gun presses against the glass
When the trigger is pulled one hears
One's own bleating whimper
Silence is the vocal cords plucked out
Or the unspoken hunting manifesto
When the lambs start to chew the night
Each wool fiber wraps around
A bloody blade tip