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the crouching animal bites the food in desperation,
his thin pale skin sweats with perspiration,
swallowing gulps of flesh,
still wiggles with nerves so fresh,
blood stains his fingers and lips,
while his lungs pulse down to his hips,
putting all his strength left in eating,
while his body temperature is heating,
more he has even when full,
beginning to feel his insides pull,
leaning back holding in from spew,
his victim being his brother he knew.