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Crumbling world falls through my hands In my mouth taste bitter sands. Grass is burning, pulse is slow. Drip by drip my backwards growth... crawl. Fade to hate. And I'll die within my fade Wine, song, women, birth This deflowered mother earth Planting, plowing, how she grieves. The seeds that grow these dying trees Fade to hate |
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