A sharp ridge against a file

A limb, a bone, an organ, an ear,The Cricket chirped each wordWith blood, and brood,Gnawing the neck. A woman and man took a walk In the night, never knowing The darkness awaiting,So when it jumped and devouredThem both, there wasn't a traceRemaining. Two kids sunk below the lake,Ran until they were out of breathNever surfacing …

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