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That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic Echoing in hollow fruit are orders sent

That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles, Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic, Echoing in hollow fruit are orders