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I saw you here your skin was still intact the shore caressed you in viole(n?)t face, in cruciform for saints then in doubt, for seconds now the shaking hoops revolve undecided, undecided, injured out of place still frozen intact, it's blown apart, flameless brain still cry to the years, its sentiment is weightless too much time is weightless too much time is weightless still cry to the years, a stillborn suffers strangers laugh out loud the prey is in a predator shadows guns and walls in silence fleetingly wounded still cry to the years, a stillborn suffers strangers laugh out loud the prey is in a predator shadows guns and walls in silence leaving me wounded and shaking the sweat on the infants undermine still cry to the years, a stillborn suffers strangers laugh out loud the prey is in a predator shadows guns and walls in silence leaving me wounded and shaking the sweat on the infants undermine |
