Sometimes
When I'm all alone
In my room
They crawl
From their
Hiding spots
Pretending
To be something
They are not
Flesh
Blood slowly
Draining
From their empty
Cavities
Where maggots
Have eaten away
What once was
Their hearts,
But no more is
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I would like to translate this poem
very interesting. great job.